Spent in quiet moments at home
Blows the wind chimes into a ballade fit for kings.
The natures music flowing through me,
and the suns gentle rays caressing my skin,
And even though im seeing natures theatre,
In all its beauty, it is naught compared to you.
You whom forever will be my gust of wind,
My everlasting sunshine,
My never ending ballade of music.
Every day, of every hour,
In my heart.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2006-06-29 at 22:34
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The winds gentle brise
A gust of wind,Blows the wind chimes into a ballade fit for kings.
The natures music flowing through me,
and the suns gentle rays caressing my skin,
And even though im seeing natures theatre,
In all its beauty, it is naught compared to you.
You whom forever will be my gust of wind,
My everlasting sunshine,
My never ending ballade of music.
Every day, of every hour,
In my heart.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 565 times
Written on 2006-06-29 at 22:34
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