WE HAVE STARTED A NEW ERA

will delve for our moments and ounces of joy, that we enjoy as we are, somehow bound to our love, our life.

This is the Healing Water Sun, by Bliss De Cherryfalle

I want to sing 

of such introverted spoils as you

souls as you should smile and smirk.

Who suffer, but let it never ruin this broken love a new dawn 

for a brokenness now mended

of their pale and dark wickedness

grown aching beauty, now beauty supreme.

i sit, i loiter, as i craft these worlds and out of signs melting away, and crystalizing in these pools where angels dwell

in health and comfort

myself, caught, free, roaming, nothing lost, all is ahead

i need a marvelous diamond, more pure, as it was just glass

spilled, as if it had broken in thousands of new jewels

so beautiful

that i crash, and from this ascent find my wings

and i suffocate, i gasp for air, i found air, new loves meandering

in the agony no more

of a tragedy no more

so unbearable no more

a moment away from a touch, but touch we will

to be in perfect harmony, as harmony is all things, gently blooming, after we been in the dirt

a poet

whos mind is a ominous chaotic marvel, splendour, immaculate

and an ocean of time, moments only to live

that brooded

in my hands

the most bejewelling spirituality

a composition

that in a sculpture

would be 

the marble of wisdom itself

spirituality

all of which could be the most gentle erotics to me

and my taste

the most wise a beauty anyone could fathom

a poet medic to wash the wounded feet of his beautiful guardian angel?

But i see you arrive on flowers?!

You walked on thorns for a long time my brides, but they did not hurt you, nor myself, but to overcome, but to find they spill flowers, and the most precious flowers are born from hazardous bush.

Your soul was running in anguish for a nightmare, now a daydream, as we wake, and take the world so beautiful.

And my soul was fighting air and giants alike, only to find i needed to marry the fearies.

And now i come to rest to nurture your ugly cuts in your feet, to find you with none, this was not my expectations, but i have no wounds, i boiled i admit that, in my own illusions. we are unscaved.

I just wash off the blood and put bandages on those feet, it means nothing, a mummy pristine, a mummy of a virgin.

and i gently glow as i dwell in soft warm oceans as i am drifting myself, sailing, yes, floating off into myself and gently to sleep on you when i'm done with nurturing you.

I was once to call myself he who eats sadness

i want such, grotesque heavy sensations from you.

I want to eat the flowers growing on your heart.

give me happiness, give me joy, for i am joy, and happyness

for too long i have been giving despair

but sadness is only figment

maybe i will then now finally postpone nd terminate my own upheavels and storms growing in my chest.

soothing mellow warmts, and refreshing lakes

but that.

I thank you thee that made me pass here.

Would a world so down with bad casted spells not bid me an uplifting song?

There was Galadriel, and there was a Vampire, so they found, as they stared and walked through these corridors, and their costumes were revered, but then they struck again in this sad lonely space, of course joy, was found, but sad, that it did n’t seem to last, always when these costumes went in the closet the reality seemed to prohibit a further life.

It attracted all these stars eachother, and a new star for cosplay was about to rise, that made the whole scene complete, mesmerizing, that no longer these postures be ridicule under, but majesty over all, every day is halloween, every day is christmass, the days where presents are giving are closing on the days of reality. Bleak reality. So grey and cold. Soon we fit an armor, a piece of jewelry, and it shines off, these symbols, these ails, these laurels of our crowns.

The healing goddess of flowers they lay in a puddle of water all this time, came from the sand, and gave a massage to the goddess of spring. The winter of indifference be over. This cold cloak, soaring with boistering bubbles of life. All here was the mellow heat anouncing a soaring summer.

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