The elements we're stirring up
Doesn't matter anymore
We all dance to the same tune
...
Dancing in the wind
Racing through the wheat
Looking for the next bend
Heart pumping to the beat
...
One but such a symbol twisting in the night
Light skies of hope glitter in the morning dew
Fly down from Heavens O'mighty peaks above
And bathe me in the last of sunshines frozen rays
...
In hatred a tear unfolds.
The thoughts unleashed are unfathomed.
Blush,
Blush and let Agony take hold;
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O Heavenly the day
When two lives join now as one
Whether sweeping steeple overcasts
Or a jolly judge presides
...
I am a writer and potential author I see the unseen I write the unwritten Words are tools of creation In this sense I am a creator)
This Is All We Know
The elements we're stirring up
Doesn't matter anymore
We all dance to the same tune
It's just another dance floor
Covered in dancing petals
And vines of silver line the walls
Thrumming to the beat
We can't help ourselves
The beat is all we know
We try so hard
But this is what we do
We twist and twine
Stirring up the elements as we go
An eternal dance
We throw ourselves into the base
And toss our hair as wild as fire
And set ourselves free
We step to the beat
And block out all the rest
A deep throb resonates within us
And the beat is all we know
In my 'book', you're not an aspiring writer anymore. This is because once someone falls in love with your work, you are a true writer. P.S. I have fallen in love with your work.