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Sails billowing in the winds, On ship far out to sea. Small bells twinkling, Metal chimes, like the call of many birds.
The sea gently rocking, These men from side to side. Ocean spray and the sound of waves. Like a mothers lullaby.
Chill winds gently caressing, Ones face, like the hand of a lover. The smell of the air, crisp and clean, Inviting and rich.
These men are home, On the roiling waves. The bosom of a mother, A lonely lover. The grave of many brave men.
Onward they sail, S


The Last ManThe Last ManThe Last Man
Notes humming in the air The silent tapping of keys Hitting an old wooden frame Quiet melody drifting Among the winds For all to hear
Calm winds blowing Through the streets Rustling the leaves Clinging to the branches Holding on for dear life Dew dropping to the ground below Like the tears of man
Seasons pass The world ever changing Starting young Full of life Lush and bright Then growing old Sombre and cold Covered in an icy cocoon Repeating this cycle Like the turning of


No WarningsNo WarningsNo Warnings
Sparkling in the distance Gray mist drifting around you In the rain All time pauses from this beautiful sight Little whispers in the wind Warning us all of the dangers The dangers of getting close
If I held my hand out to you Would you take it Would you hold it Or would you move away And vanish in the mist And leave me wondering
When you said You'd never hurt me Did you mean it or was it a lie Was it the games of a girl
Before she walked away
Things like this
Are what opens your eyes
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An artist does not only draw or write! He/she also is able to detail the point of the work! ...the hell is that...Everthings so blurry...
-Klimmtog
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If I was half assed and witty, you would be reading something funny and clever right now.
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If I was half assed and witty, you would be reading something funny and clever right now.
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If I was half assed and witty, you would be reading something funny and clever right now.
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