Brushing Paradise - short taleSimple creature, "Smiler" by name,Brushing Paradise - short tale
Tell me why that silly smile brights perennial like burning sun over your ugly face, in spite of being a wretched one over the very Land of Sorrow, Abyss of the Unworld, where the best of the feelings here is boredom, and the worst there is not, for all the bad ones challenge in
magnitude.
Huge and Terrible Lord, I will try to please your will showing you my insignificant revelation.
Proceed.
Sacred the day when I lost my fears and decided to rise straight to Infinite, in the pursuit of reaching Paradise. The light of my will pushe
Yesterday EveningYesterday evening Spring went to hide for letting the Rain drops caressing my time Inviting me softly to sit near the window and hold on my guitar becoming divineYesterday Evening
Melancholy whispered lulling the air Serenity flew
and my helplesness died converting my conscience in spiritual presence Mileniums of wisdom that jump out to rise
Now and then floating The beacon below Upside down my twilight Infinity In front I am the old traveler and crossing the shoreline in chords of fine music I smile yet unbo
SanctuaryTo the furthest place I got, and reached the very top of it. Finally arrived to the Sanctuary, From where things look so different.Sanctuary
Greatest dramas are significant anecdotes in which pain of past becomes romantic memory, that I recall deeply gathering, refreshed my wounds by the westerly wind
I don't know how did I get here. I can't even know how will I get out. But I think evenings here are special and till night comes quiet, quite a lot time is left.
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It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata! :3
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It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata! :3
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