WITHOUT LOVE
Passion would be a frozen winter’s stream,
A cold desire burning fire only in a dream.
Desire would sink below an exotic sea,
Far from lovers, to touch and make it be.
Lovers would face the winds of time and die,
If without horizons to fill their lives with sky.
And sky would be an empty place indeed,
If love failed to fly and with its beauty lead.
About Me
- Enigmatic Vesseles
- Left handed, rightbrained,sensetive,creative,lover of beauty,A bit of a cloud walker, Happiest at the crest of a hill, after hiking a beautiful yet difficult trail.When I die I want to be looking at a magnificent sunset.And much more!!!
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