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the reason I am warmThe reason
and temperature drops
The world consumed by the darkness
And ice covering the streets and fields
Cold hands intertwine
Loving stares and sweet smiles.
Your words are the reason I am warm.
Your eyes are my reason to ignore the cold.
A chaste kiss.
Burning red cheeks
and shy looks.
Your lips are starting a fire in my body.
Your hands remind me that I am safe.
Give Me The Strength To BelieveGive me the strength to believe
Soft feathers fell to the floor,
covering it in snow.
Wings spread wide,
graceful movements and careful actions.
Come and guard me.
Lead me to a better place.
Towards heaven, higher and higher.
Take me there.
Let me see the white clouds and the halos of the angels.
Let me see your glorious wings spread wide.
Take me to the place called heaven
Take me there and give me peace.
Give it to me and let my soul rest.
For a while.
For a thousand years.
For forever .
Do not let me return.
I do not want to return to earth.
I do not want to feel ever again.
Keep me up there.
Let my soul rest in your arms
while your wings are hiding me from this cruel world.
Lend me your strength to go to heaven.
Give me the strength to fly.
Never let me fall down.
I want to stay there
where my soul is at peace
where I can rest
where I am hidden from war and hatred.
Every TimeEvery time
And with every step I take
I feel myself getting further away
And with every breath I take
I feel my life fading away
in a soft light.
And with every blink of an eye
I see people vanishing
And with every heart beat
I feel myself letting go
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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