Beyond the eastern sky,
The far hidden land,
From both humanity and life,
Stretched into the deep woods,
With endless seas,
Monsters made of mountains,
Huge and battered
Thats the only place
That my heart desires to go to.
I want to think,
To think about life,
My life,
The beautiful fruits,
I have daily,
Not to forget,
The bitter citrous,
I am forced to blend daily,
Into my diet,
Of nothing but only thoughts.
Of wonder and memories,
I wish to forget,
Others I want to bake.
Maybe I am living in a dream,
Like the riddle of the three coward sons,
With the brave little princess,
I wonder if the world
Is ready,
No, if I am ready,
For what is to happen,
For what is to come,
And for the choices, thats to be made.
Should I hide to the ends?
Till the end of time?
In the corners of this vast world,
Because non will find me there,
Even my existance,
Together with traces of me,
Will soon be forgoten,
Because not even my shadow,
Will never find me,
So as to come and tell on me.
Before the ends of the world.
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Wounds of the Moon
PuisiIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
