Close thy eyes, my pure beauty, remember the days of old. When light out-weighed thy darkness, when rain poured upon thy earth clustered within the forming clouds of pure white, and back to the days where laughter escaped thy pure lips.
Recalling all that hath occurred, hath thy forgotten? Walk this life with purpose and mission, for life hath no humanity without the human emotionality of thus experiences. Thy must have known thy pain and suffering to understand thus feeling, yet take heed of thy evils that hath roamed this world from decade upon decade. Creating thus temptations of immorality, forming the old of idolatry and casting thus sins upon humanity.
Awakening to unfortunate circumstance, everything that hath been shall no longer be seen, as thy royal green eyes scan thy surface with uncertainty. Searching for what hath lay waste to this decade, grass not as green, sky not as blue, sun not as bright.
Unfamiliar surroundings due to age and technology, yet here thy stand between thy evergreen forestry, searching for thy future without losing thy past. Strange... How thee un-foreseen hath much power over thee, hath thy life meant much? Reaching with thy hands to thy blue colored sky, clustered with white-washed paint, encasing thy sun-light rights.
My beloved, thy hath slumbered long enough, now take thy gifts and spread it among humanity.
For every diamond must be transformed, and transitioned within one's self. Giving way to thy new opportunities, therefore hold fast upon thy mission, for time is only temporary and holds no authority upon thee. Use thy time wisely, for it is costly within thy mortal world.
And when the time is right, thy shall look upon thy past, no-longer shedding thy tears of diamond light. And grace thy face with a smile of happiness, instead of anguish that hath plagued thee for centuries.
Look forward my pure one, and think fondly upon thy past for thy future has yet to be written. Therefore indulge within thy self, as thy engrave thy books with calligraphy, that hath stretched upon thy papers of boldly covered books. And time well spent, hath created many stories of thy legendary legacies.
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PoesieWith a history unknown, shall thy truth of thus past grace thy generation of thus day and age? As thy decade upon decade escapes thy time encased tranquility. Is thus spoken to be of physicality or only part of thy mentality? As of molded thought ha...
