Beware.

  The sun reached horizon, waves lapping at your feet, the warmth of sand cradling your dreams, each tide is a promise. Linger in the shadows of tall  pines, where the air is crisp and still, the whisper of rainwater falls, each flake a memory, delicate and fleeting. Two worlds apart, your laughter carried by the wind, my silence wrapped in the frost, in the distance, the ocean stretches wide, a bridge of longing, where souls meet, if only for a moment.

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  A hand, cigarette and box of light Simple scene in the fading night The wood grain table, worn and old Whispers of stories, be told.

 Here, in the middle of the night Dark and silent, confused Offer you Sleep to recover. Are you afraid of the dark ?

When world collide Everything you suffer has gone.  Indeed, that's is gonna happen or not, but may it's come.  Outrages Insult Hyppocrisy, and much more will dissappear.  But not forever. Not in this place.

 “For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.  The flowers appear on the earth, and the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.  The fig tree ripens its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.  Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.”