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Whispers in transitional bloom are quick to be focused or dismissed
in the varying phases of the moon.
Did you know that the two hours before sunset in every single day, that brings life and light to the seeing eye, are my personal favorite?
Why? Well, simply because, in the world that everyone is accustomed too, is illuminated with the intention of,
Here is the sun, a ball of fire that is the light, sets
to allow it's opposite to, well, shine.
In two hours, the sun, whose light, is prominent, even in complete submission to weather patterns dismay...
Yesterday, and here today
So can tomorrow,
the sun will rise and will give the starry night sky,
two hours of advice
before she rests her eyes.
With all that said, two hours before sunset is my favorite time of day.

Song to won

Slow in memory,
can you retell to me the story of that song?
There, under these lights of sliver and gold
Here, we lasted, pieced together, in lightnings revolt
I promised I've never tell a single soul.
There, under those lights of silver and gold.

As a fool, she sat alone
to wait for a flame that would rekindle the state of unknown.
In yesterday, I would have taken her skin and had it sold.
But slow in memory,
can you retell to me the story of that song?

Let that little dream soar.