When the God's canvass
paints a beatiful glory
I look up to see a story
so open,so elegent
that even the best of us fail to capture it
With now colored cotton balls,
and a fire that's dim
The colors mix up
with a cup of wind
There is a lot I adore
But when the time is up
and I look down
I see the world and frown
For even with all the colors
There is no canvass as beautiful as Dusk
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Potions to the Heart
PoetryThere is a world beyond reality. There is a story behing every melody. There is a secrect in every story. And there is a hidden meaning in every poem. This book contains my works and my tries to write diffrent poems,qoutes,stories etc. There might b...
