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A dare at the depths

Publicado por Hola Holita, Vecinillo , jueves, 9 de mayo de 2013 19:01


    Wish my whisper was heard over the silently silence. Solitude is only solved by imagination now that there is no opportunity for me to find a fire-side to stay. Guess I heard a snake, but be silent, there is no one in the immensities of the wild woods. Could it be? I’m sure I heard a human sound. Humble home, there’s no way to go.
    They're here, hungry and harsh as a humble bee. I’m a host with no home, an alien prey. It seems the stars are sad now that there’s no turning back, when I say goodbye. If only I were human, my death would not be a dare for them at the depths.

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Here lyes

Publicado por Hola Holita, Vecinillo , sábado, 27 de abril de 2013 19:42


    Here lyes the lake my tears left on the ground. Here lyes the shade of the years that passed by. Here lyes, at the end of the path, scarlet grief and silver sorrow. Here lyes the end and the silence, covered by the light earth which will keep inside the secret all unknown.
    Take care of broken memories, of deep cries never going out. Waiting is part of our lives asit must be now part of your goodbye.
    Here lyes the last time you hold ud with a smile. Here lyes the love you could not save. Here lyes the golden sun at Heaven's door.
    Here lyes your life.

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