"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas
with voices of elegance sailers, you please
the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield
listening to your euphony my heart bleeds.
Such is the carnage in your melody
that even in death I shall whisper your lullaby..."
"My beads of thought were scattered so I made a bouquet of rhymes
smell the flowers and allow me to tell you tales older than time"
-----Silver_Driftwood
This book is the shore of my sea of drifting emotions and ideas and on its sand shining like silver strewn across my thoughts shall land.
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