

The Abstract IdeasBlack, white, silver, gray, All of in the months of May. Blue, green, rainbow too Does not explain what love can do.The Abstract Ideas
Reality, imgaination. Fantasy, relazation. Does not begin the condinsation. Thoughts, feelings. The simple ideals. Begins the life of what is not real.
Figures, fears. Abstract, at bars. Mental capsity gone awar. Circokes, squares. Mountain tops. Couldn't believe the risk.


Autumn Fires at DuskThe silver tops of leaves turning auburn; as autumn draws near. Animals go calm with the cooling of weather; always this time going with themselves.Autumn Fires at Dusk
Skys turn orange and brown hues; those take notice, the colors spoken for the season. Crisp and taunt autumn turns round; The moon full and bright around the night, lighting the way.
Autumn Fires at Dusk release; Feelings of close at the evening. The night bringing out differe


Breezes on the HorizonTheres a breeze outside, one that should make one smile, Sun on the grass and shadows in the corners. Those talking and trees swaying in the wind. No borders just life and it seen over the horizon. Relize what to do with the thoughts to do by now, Rays bow down around the fields, dull as the rest. Observe the one life in front of the own. Appeal to one's own life, dismiss all others.Breezes on the Horizon
Many thoughts thrown around, as tall objects hit. Breezes carry memories, rays put it to the test. Out there, there is no one; Just the ways of others, No-where but the horizons others follo
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--"I carry with me the marks and scars of battles- they are the witnesses of what I suffered and the rewards of what I conquered"~ John Bunyan--
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