No Legends

amorrell1

Spice of the night can take a piece of life, caught on the battlefield and feeling every flight.

Asking and receiving, showing and growing, bounces off the spirit and floods the ocean blue.

Gliding through what seems to be a total solar eclipse, catching every moment then looking back to take a glimpse.

Recorded is the thoughts that flow with the winds tale of time, no legends, no myths, just stars to burn the sky.

  • Author: amorrell1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2016 14:44
  • Category: Fantasy
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    PERHAPS ARMO ~ All our lives are just a fantasy ? I feel like that every FRIDAY ! Then I wake up (late) on SATURDAY and realise thet only the Working Week is a dream. The WEEKEND is reality ! If you work on Saturday or Sunday I apologies for my insensitivity ! Thanks for being my MPS Friend ~ Yours BRIAN



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