Treasure Island

Azriel Dreams

(Died in a Fire and reborn as a Reaper / A Town called Passion)

Crossing the Heartland my Love.


To wander amongst fields of roses madder than you; to merge in a serene accomplishment and taste the wonders of loves success.

To feel the touch of a love in the dark that fans in daylight a white fire eternal. We seek not truth and stay confounded by what draw moths to flame; this thing called Love.

Am I not flesh; how do I feel, this heart, this thing called Love?

Show me today, show me my way, to this thing called Love


Azriel

Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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