We need to see beauty
Even in things that are starving,
Just like I found love
In his ugly wooden carving.
He used to sit down
By the rivers' side,
With nothing but a block of wood and his beloved silver knife.
Small cut here, small slice of wood outa' there.
Big carve over there.
Restlessly creating,
With me sitting on his side.
Watching the river flow,
Like the time thats going on.
He wouldn't stop until he held
A wooden star
In both his hands.
"In this one beautiful night promised you a star, my love."
I guess this was the sunset he gave me a star
And got my heart.
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Inspired by Marie
Poetry[Auszug]: I love the weird Characters. The ones filled with such a lovely passion, And a deep, Undescribable love for this strange, Human life. ------------- Authors note: Not all of them are english, but most are.♡ Also: Everything belongs to me...
