𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖓
We are flowers of the sky
My heart is only for you my love
Captain of my heart
I pray beside you
Beside the arch of love
I found your flower
Love is to live for
No sword can bleed my love
Nor arrow can take you away
I love your tear not to fall
Upon the glass of water
Dream of shores dream of words
I love you in this unrain forever my
Heart of my soul forever
I love you forever…
Where Thames floats the existence of souls
You find the way to the laid past of word of love
Of the boats sails within the wind to say
Of spake the river more of now of the passer
And the heart of grace lives within walls to love
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the wind flew as i heard the waters echo
of your voice sung the song
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par not not a lament
it is only a flow of time
an arrow of a knight
silver armour within sword
time arrow without time
as words are timeless
though not lament
words can be only a river
profound and eternaty
the dart into a tear drop
shall they rise
if that would be an easy words a river
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Love still needs wings god knows why
To fly or maybe not to die for love while flying
Not to fall though fly
Forever to fly
And dwell as if flying of love
Forever
A wings
Bird wings
Though anyway Shakespeare I love you
Waiting for your lines now to read still
I know you said as if wrote the eternity in my heart
My soul now is alive alived in a turn of fluttering melody
The symphony I hear that river is yours
And my dream is there as if wading
As if forever
I love you
After tower of highest steps we landed just beside a river of our love Thames here still the same bird flutter in my heart does it flutter in your heart too though if the same
And if my heart might die is dead my bird has died not nor flies still will forever I know I love you this way dead or alive I love you you are my bird fluttering forever in the sky
You a Shakespeare
Landed
No guns
No twins
And I am a Juliet
Vein like I was before
As if I have been
From vault of blue
Still I love you
My love
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Such a life I can not recall only my heart knows
And now I feel your heart
Pulsates of real unvein in trembling life
I know you love me now
Still though I hope
Though if it turn the river
Will disappear
Hope turns forever for eternity
And reels as flowers only sings for love
And this song is eternal
I hope my love
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Orlege spake of river that was too close though far to know unknown walk
I spake I know the river is the river
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to be dead and to be afraid to be alive
no my friend it is not you
you are alive as if a meadows of summers as if flowers of mountains
you are alive
Love The River
because you are alive because you love because you still love and you love because you are alive
and I always be beside that shore waiting for you turning home within love you will win this road to the shore
because you are alive
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from the rain
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if I ever met you I sunk in a dream
though you passed my soul and I live
in the river by your shore
and waters are rising of your soul
old voices whisper that you still love me
like follen flower from the sky
and words in the ink my soul awakes
in pain and glory in agony but love
if I ever lived beside you your shore
I dreamt that you love me just like your lines
that can not be nor old nor new
I love you and in this agony I die though I live
beside that river that I dream with you
Is this a dream to read the lines and dream
though your river wokes me of beauty
and I am passing all roads with you
if love is pain though beauty
I am still beside that shore writng words
though if you cry it kills me and though your line whispers that you are save
And every morn I pray to see you passing by
To read your words I pray like ghosts that whisper in that corner where we first time met
Though to leave what no only your lines that gives me hope
about those birds that flutter above the shore
that scream so of life and cry sometimes
because guarding I love you
Those birds sends all letters now
And if I read I hear
And I hear that you'r alife
Like pure melody of wind
Like waves of your shore
I love you
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rivers
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I was runing from myself to find the day
then sun was rising and again sinks
of glory and love
as if a melodies of existence
and a voice as if told me:" Love the river now"
And this voice was so real that it turned for a moment that it was real, that all is dead
And that my choise is no not death but a river
because he was gone by the voice wisper
now I am by the river and looking to find him though now that one is dead or not
and if he is dead my love is for a river that flows and cares his love
that love is immortal
Shakespear of the same might be dead but maybe not maybe it was his voice
maybe he spoke to me and I heard his worries
but he is a literature and I love it
Shakespeare I will love forever like everyone does
Felicina answered to Juliet: I might tell you one story that I yesterday, I spoke to Shakespeare and he is well but he is working.
Juliet: You made me so happy I know that can not be different, but this story I kept for ages in my mind like a secret, but sometimes I think I need to say. O lord I know he is very very well. Even though he is my literature, I was reading him again yesterday by the moon and ocean echoe.
Juliet: I love rivers now more than ever than ever...
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and though I met a river I did not know at all
and though he said to me by that shore
I came to meet you in this wind
a river looked deep and sinking
I nearlly run away
though stayed by forever
in words of floating in a rain
he still did turn
and I turned almost to run
though found a flower in the river
and it was his as if a spring and summer
as if a dream
I said in silence words that I never yet met
and turned this road into the waters
as if they deeper now and still I am sinking
for it is love
and love that drawns to live
I am glad you came
and all the letters stayed
in your eyes
like a dream
from winds
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though few dawns before
I knew that wind passed me by not in the absence
I knew your soul was merging my road and mind
I knew your distance voice of love
I felt the rain in my soul
I felt the rivers were to turn afar
I felt this melody of love
that never yet I met
though heard and still I knew
that wind that passed me within letters
I turned around and my mind disapeared
I turned again and my soul was near me
I turned the life and it was near me
I was in silence because you were already near me
like a wind and like a soul
from time
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It was a beautiful day Four Brothers said: Juliet just passed by with a book and letters fell from it and to whom she was writing those letters in the ink. She loves him or not. Maybe prayers fell.
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He is a ghost by my window and my love
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Lady Verona said: All is beautiful.
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And roses turned differently to smile.
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Have you ever heard about turning rivers
searching and disapearing
in the hills of most beautiful autumn
still it is water that might be drowning
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Where is Shakespeare Did you see Shakespeare...
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Shakespeare wrote a love letter to Rose, but not Juliet and how sad is this or could be this sad, but sad is Juliet, but in her balcony birds comes and sings for her of the nature she loves nature
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Juliet likes to smile and to pass mountains and than the birds around sings it is more beautiful and than the nature sings for her though mountains could be anywhere though mountians are mountains but beautiful.
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You are beautiful and interesting and I hope maybe I will find you one day... Letters
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I saw mountains and the river and the river was long turning to the sea and I thought you hear me even I was alone but though not in the dark though of light new road to you whispered I think I hear you though I love you.
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We love you...she said again Juliet...life is beautiful like Juliet or Shakespeare...
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Life is like a river tearing in the cornners to find the broken stone and not to die from scare...I dropped one still noone yet found it and it is still in deep waters and alone from me, but it was burning if so it means it will return to me if so I will never part like this though it was burning and I thought now maybe it is cold...
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I saw a dream beside your shore and a river the one that was mine I gave it to you..it was a dream I though though love of fluttering birds and when we past that vault we froze like birds of love...and shall you forget the deepest words and our souls tremble shall we no part no more of our past...we winged into the path the path that brings us together like dreams of ours sings and cries though we remember this and this is true love...love that is written and we wrote it and we still in this ink though forever...he said to me I love you...
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I love you I miss you She said to him I miss you...I love you...
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I love you Rome
Was I these years waiting for you for you to pass me by and to capture my soul one thousand years ago. If i knew this will I be more beautiful though I know something that your line still returns me, though to pass you by with out a turn and to walk my road in beauty and now not about your line though millions of words that are mine and whisper in the air though river and mountains whisper too of such a beauty...who are you Rome...I will always will miss you...I say I loved you but I always will still. Rome's river is beautiful too.
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I love you too...I love you...life is so beautiful...
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Where is Leorando Di Capuleti from most beautiful boat that use to float, he is a brother...
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I am afraid to loose you my brother...and my brother I am afraid to lose him Edward because he is like Black prince from that tale of Carcassonne
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Though sunk my love's drop down the river and you were beside you where not far, my road is akin to yours my love to reach you by that shore, that is old is my dream, it is so akin to me your words still pulsating, I said something to your whispers back and I disappear like a rain that fell, be close forever in my mind and soul, because I hear your voice speaking and I can not to let go.
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Shall breeze be light this morning
I woke up to see your eyes
In a mellow melody birds were talking
I would be praying now to wake
You are wading by that shore
To pray for us for waters calm
You sent me a letter
To read for me
I woke up though
And this morning was light
And birds were talking
I love you I wrote for you these words
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Sometimes birds, brings letters sometimes you
In this rain, that falls forever and within a wind
Days are lonely, though they are passing by
Like the days before us, though still after
Like a rain, that never will stop
And where we were to go, by the window
In the ivory dreams, of our past
Though it is still merging, of tomorrow
As if unknown roads, have past and laid, to the dust
Though breaths, of all beautiful and sorrow
Breaths of lonely cries, that were lost to sink
In a deep capture of this existence, that led us still to awake
And we cried, not in loneliness, though in sorrow
To enter that sea, within a boat, though not drown in it
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I love you
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