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Dreams
Author: Lady Greenleaf
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Dreams
Have you ever dreamed of strange places? Beautiful, yet ominous...Tranquil yet
in chaos? Unknown creatures lurking at the depth of your imagination, somewhere
between fear and reality. Of the lush forests of your soul, seas of lust,
endless meadows of hope. The mountains of your desire, and the falling valleys
of your love.
Have you ever dreamed of unknown faces, or ones you know all to well....?
Whispers from the past, echoed by the cries of things yet to come....and the
sobs of things that never will be.
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For Memories
Author: Lady Greenleaf
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For Memories
The simple things that mean so much,
Sweet words that dance on the soul,
Kisses like honey, smiles and such,
As time stops for us alone.
With tender, innocent nights,
Of sweet-nothings over the phone.
This is for memories, so you’ll never forget,
The Love that we have,
And eternity yet.
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Forever we have dreamed...
Author: Lady Greenleaf
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Forever we have dreamed.....Wished for more, yearned for
power, greatness, all the riches of our Earth. But we can never have it
all......Because Life can be cruel, as it spins it's webs of fate. It chooses
who will rise, and who will wallow beneath....But sometimes, it can't control
every pawn on the board, every soul that's been touched....every heart that's
fallen to love...Some of us move to our own rhythms, and silent beats....No, It
can't control Love....That element we create and keep aflame on our
own......Love doesn't follow the path Fate provides for us....Its like a stone,
on the fabric of life....Only true Love can tear through, escape the heartbreaks
Life will always bestow on us....Every soul is capable of Love, and every soul
is meant to another, though not always destined to meet its possessor.....But
for those rare few, whose passion is fierce......they will find their way to
each other, and together their strings will entwine.
I've found my soul, I've found my Love.......And these simple words can but
describe my heart's fires......Only my soul can mirror it's whispers......And if
our string are cut short, if fate mends the tear we've fashioned...My heart will
never forget, never truly let go, not till eternity ends, and forever fades
away..... Love heals broken souls, breaks down walls that were built long
ago.....
I don't wish for more than I have, nor do I yearn for all the power I could ever
wield, fame or fortune...I wish for tomorrow. ..For the sun and the stars...And
for the soundless moon, that reflects gently on the depthless waters of my
soul.......
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Forget Tomorrow
Author: Lady Greenleaf
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Forget Tomorrow
At the dawn of this age,
we turn a new page,
as our morals are all but forgotten.
Between lust and hate,
lies our fate.
And we carry our souls like a burden.
With nameless fears, and virgin tears,
and lovers lost long ago.
Whispered cries, as innocence dies,
and our hearts scream our pain in an echo,
As the wind sweeps us by,
across the sky,
crying for a time long ago.
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The Golden Age
Author: Lady Greenleaf
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The Golden Age
A desolate land,
of dust and sand,
an emptiness our souls must roam.
With heaven lost, a religion with cost,
we lead our lives alone.
Over fallen dreams, our conscience gleams,
and mocks us wherever we go.
Locked with these fears, sorrow and tears,
our love as cold as stone.
Searching for sight,
in the calm of the night,
a place to hide, away from the light.
This isn’t death, nor hell to come,
the end of forever, or kingdom come.
It’s the things we see when we open our eyes,
as we walk the streets, and our sprits dies.
It’s what we are,
it’s what we’ve done
it’s everything this worlds become.
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