Phrases written in silver moonlight. Storms of haunting dreams, truth of tales wrote so deep.
Poems dance an artistic night. Writtings laced with dawns cresently glowing, deeper than winged tombes of awe.
Past the halls lit with laughs, beond those doors of minds who wrath. Limitless dark touch of bliss. Teathered blindly sewn golden rich.
Vacant midnights spoonfed to sunshine, saddness sleeps on wakeing eye. A legend with beauty, us readers feel and see. Spiritually so charmed your identity.
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