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Category: Forrest & Path

‘Cure,

Because this must be my last sight that I see. Where I breath with my tide as I flow with the night sea. In a timeless world I reach for my sky in thee. Where I have seen my fall as there is always hope in he. The morrow in my afternoon has spoken to…
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‘Emote,

Where the morning arises the night is my neverwhere. As I closely near my edge I look upon the sky in stare. Here I sought for my soul as I listen to my prayer. Thus, with thousand words I care to speak. Where I have become an angel for the weak. It is I, a…
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‘Mensonges,

A Freedom under my right is where my inner place whittles with the silent night. Where my heart has spoken; “I surrender you my inner light.” My truth is not to be known by all, but only felt by a few in sight. In a labyrinth of lies, where my heart stops, I sought for…
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‘Rover,

Where I am one with my nature I remember how we met.
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‘Thereafter,

If only thousand words could describe my one feeling. As I drown in many lies I behold faith of healing. For once I reach out to you, please, listen, as I am kneeling. . (Once upon a time you were a lost stranger. With the stories we tell we were unknown with the danger.) .…
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‘Tranguility,

Please forgive me for I have sinned. For whomever could hear my voice under the wind. “I have counted all my tears for they fall like rain.” Where I try to shape my soul I remember the simple pain. In the quiet persistence I feel your voice again. As I plea to you; “For I…
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‘Nederlag,

In the emerald skies, with the stars from above, I estrange my soul from lost time. Here I believe, where the stars shine, that heaven and hell hide during daytime. But, as the night uncovers a simple waltz, I close my eyes and see the world sublime. Where two become one, after the rain, I…
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‘Everlasting,

Here, on earth, I glance through life, in search, for guidance and good. but my voice, lost in trance, woke the inner past of my childhood. as I wonder, with youth, to whom would I have become as should? What am I, If the universe of eternal life would luster with the spark of…
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‘Blemish,

My freedom, my world, this is where I hear my heartbeat. For I desire a journey where the road beholds my feet. To as I see my new beginning my destiny would be complete. But, the untold darkness of light, would separate the good from a defeat. So here I, look upon, a starless sky…
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‘foreboding,

Here starts my slow sorrow, towards dawn I see my ending. Where I, a lost soul, was trapped as I stopped pretending. To as I hear my symphony while I watched you in the morning. You are my reason, only season, as winter was my mourning. While time reflects like a mirror I see the…
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‘Conviction,

In the dark hours I remember how no one could hear me scream. Where I would reach out with my heart as I prayed to my regime. But hope was lost, like the light in my eyes, as I was chattered until I lost my dream. In this moment, where nothing is black and white,…
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‘Drift,

Across my own blood waters I remember what I didn’t tell you. It was during morning passages where I, in silent, fell through. . Between the lines of an era I sought for a way to tell the truth. Where my unpleasant plea would remember me of my youth. . So far, as the distance…
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‘Void,

There are moments, in the androgynous dark, where I have to hold my breath. For I will meet the devil in me until I rise with the death. Where nothing, in the forsaken night, shall meet my envy of depth. As I am lost in a deep void I shall follow the dark path. Here…
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‘Blossom,

In silence I remember the lost in my home. For there is my mothers lullaby to guide me through her ohm. As I miss the night under my spelling dream. I ought to find the light in my capre diem. Here I arise, with the lost, as we are, misfits, in our bloodstream. Slowly, the…
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‘Morning,

Here I pray, for the love that I was never given. As I, in lonesome tide, remember the gruesome night. Where I breath, like many others, into my shallow mirror. As I meet my sorrow, in quiet persistence, love will prejudice my death. Where I dare to promise; “To reminisce for the days that I…
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