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THE BOOK OF ALL SOULS The book of a thousand words written with the ink of love and the light of all souls from the past. Death fills the gaps of eternity while love fills the heart that i own, the only part i could lend and owe. The first page hopes and dreams for the rest of the long pages, while the fantasy of loving hearts shares the long lines of the second. Heaven was dressed in the third and the angels of memories wrote and wrote the gift of the so called heart and the miracle which resides within, heaven is in our hearts, heaven is in our blood. The fifth was a full moon with a dawn that came out of the bloom, so beautiful and enchanting it was. The chariots of fire guard the gates of the sixth where love was held hostage by the weeping moon in the sky as it searched helplessly for the lost rays of light, withheld beyond the distant flashing stars. The seventh had no mercy for the sad moon and the secret of love went to spread its wings all over the world, leaving behind sorrow in a heart aching rock. On the eighth love began slowly to die, with no pride in the cold heart of mankind, wishing it could be beside the longing rock up high, slowly dwelling into an eclipse of darkness every month in hope for the day love returns to wherever the moons heart once existed. The ninth didn't yet take part but a question furiously starts to cry out loud where will love prevail? in a rock or in a human loving tale. |
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