Life is a Savage Garden

welcome

Greetings to all the beautiful people around! Here are tales of a garden that just happens to be! Presenting the Chronicles of the South, where the stars and the moon dance their way through the Southern Hemisphere. And lines that may come to rhyme to be a poem...

Piece of love


Darkness settles upon the down,
The last glows bid goodbye before giving way
The give way to the intentions of the light.
That to exist even when thought gone,
For it's ways are so many,
It plays with the eyes of the world,
Invisible but glowing are the stars.


This really does not make any sense at all. if anyone can tell me what I wanted to say.
I'd be thankful!


Why so strange this thing called love,
Been turning to the sky for some courage.
With some simple hope that it won't stop being,
Walked along the path with no doubts,
And then the sky called.
It held something new for me,
Glimmering and shining,
My heart sang for a little moment,
I thought the clouds were cruel,
But there it was,
A little streak across the greatness,
It looked like my love,
The sky and those clouds have been conspiring,
They couldn't bring my love to me,
But they stole a bit of the moon,
And there! It lifted my heart to see a it,
They had shaped my moon inside an innocent cloud.


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