Of which I stand, upon this world, my feet buried beneath the sand.
My heart beats still, but with a chill of the land.
With more and more we see them go, the bunnies that once roamed alike the lamb.
Pacing back and forward I stand here now, among the colors so new.
Fore the only ones I'd rather be with are the ones that begin with 'Y', 'o' and 'u'.
A heart of gold, a cherished gift, alike the night sky.
Fore I have and fore I keep until the day I die.
A heart of gold is what I have, despite my shameful flaws.
And I hope, I hope with all my heart that it may never fall.
Fore you and I have hearts of gold and gold they shall remain.
Till the world finally see's it wrong to be the same.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Sollunaestia, The Golden Book of Majesty.
PoesiaA journey fore you shalt have as thou shalt step into this book of short tales and poems galore. Telling that of fantasy and tales from that of my own heart, fore original art these tales as they tell of secrets and glory, oh behold as I bestow upon...
