The poets, the candles... . June 26, 2014 at 8:48am We are the people of heart. Our power lies in our words. Words that can cheer you up; words that can tear you apart; words that can wake you up. All of you sleeping beauties, from your deepest sleep. With one touch of a word, work as a pricless kiss. We cant be a captain, nor a ruler. we lack hatred, jealousy, and greed. We lack sneer and ridicule. We hate blood instead, we are eqipped with knowledge and love love for you, love for them; love for the green and all that is fine. We have a soft spot for anything in need and in ruins. we want to build something up, make changes with our magical wand; that is the glitter of our words, when they form a magical arcanum. We live in groups. We live in isolation, but we never give up creating and mending, bringing the patches together and make it one. We are the burning flame of a candle; to give little sparkles into your blue, and someday when the candle burns itself up when you take your broom and sweep the ember off the floor, you will realize what was the cause...
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 05:51:20 +0000
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