Pagan Eisenhauer

A rose to one is LOVE,
while to another its HAPPIENESS.
A tree to oNe is STRENGTH,
to another its a HOME.
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As the night creeps in and the light slowly fades, mystery seeps through and falls lightly upon the night.
As the wind blows softly, rustling the leaves. It feels light as a caress being layed upon your skin.
As the earth shakes from deep within its cracks and crevesses the only light to be seen is the light that strikes fast from the heavens above. The boom a second later shakes your very core.
As rain falls down, the Gods above sob in sorrow and rage. Every tear is like ice.
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Hot, sweet, and intoxicating.
Deep emotions shake within.
Each touch lighting a fire
in your core every time.
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When the water has a stride,
And the sky is clear.
When the breeze is light,
And the air smells of fresh cut grass.
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They are the same,
but only differ in name.
One can overide another,
but they will always accompany eachother.
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What lies under death
is life.
What lies under an uglyness
is a stunning beauty.
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As I fall under I only hope
you will be there when i return.
As both sadness and happieness
both envelope me I only hope that my emotional turnmoil will end with me happieness.
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