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A dandelion has 15,000 seeds.

If wishes came true,
I'd spend every single one
Hoping that I'd get to have
Forever loving you

A beauty most pristine that made the roses blush
Of timbre most surreal that made the angels hush
Her smile most radiant, the stars in their courses dull
A soul most serene, the waves from their torment lull

Maiden most divine,...

He was a mountain,
A lion; but to us
A tuft of wool

He’d thrust me up
Like a flightless bird
Back to him I fell
Taught me kindness and pride
In the works of one’s hand

He knew when to lift me up
When to...

Who will sing the song
That woke us up every morning
The blue bird chirps a melody
Sweet as it seems, we hear an elegy
The sun rises in the East
But it's not a new dawn
Just another day to be withdrawn
Whoever finds the...

Standing at a cliff’s edge
Far into the sea I see
The ancient breeze drawing close
Rippling the bare sea
Gently it stings my eyes
Swooshes over me with grace
With the sound of a howling wolf-
And the scent of salt and...

Feelings 
I can't express 
My world feels oppressed 
    Feelings 
My chest is compressed 
I feel depressed 
   Feelings
Always supressed
Have to impress 
     Feelings
No one by my side
Hide them inside
     Feelings
To always curl up
Can't...
        

O build on the Rock, forever sure
The firm and the true foundation;
Its hope is the hope which shall
endure, the hope of our salvation.

When air begins to hesitate,
truth becomes simple.
Love while you can.
Speak what you mean.
Forgive quickly.
Stand fully.
Because when breath grows thin,
regret grows loud.
Live now
so your last breath finds you...

Squares, circles, and stars
invite me to play.
Lines, curves, and squiggles
show me the way.
Letters, numbers, and signs
never suffice to say
that you mean the world to me,
more than the light of day.

There are memories I planted
deep enough to forget,
but they sprout anyway,
breaking through the soil of silence.
Some grow thorns,
some bloom softly,
some rise like weeds
I wish I never watered.
But all of them...

Where whispers hum in soft delight,
Fine nights bloom, a tranquil sight,
Finding might in fleeting time,
A melody spun from careless chimes.

Coins of thought, like stars, align,
Casting dreams in a silver shine.
In every...

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of...