I know nothing - except what my senses tell me.
a desert blessed by gentle showers.
You are the edge of dreams and reason;
the premiere taste at berry season.
You are a new lifes breath at waking;
the starlight bent on Armstrong's staking
that comes to crest the swaying motion
of grasslands by a glittering ocean.
And should this earth now fall asunder
amidst debris and crashing thunder
our souls entwined would thus endeavour
to fare the light years through forever.
Poetry by An-ders
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Marriage vow to A
To me you are my final hours -a desert blessed by gentle showers.
You are the edge of dreams and reason;
the premiere taste at berry season.
You are a new lifes breath at waking;
the starlight bent on Armstrong's staking
that comes to crest the swaying motion
of grasslands by a glittering ocean.
And should this earth now fall asunder
amidst debris and crashing thunder
our souls entwined would thus endeavour
to fare the light years through forever.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2011-03-07 at 09:50
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