Finding The Light

Release soft senses tuned to light born of the moon. The day does wrap around me love here I have found. Crash do the casualties of those forgot of joy to love. Orbs rise do inside energy. Create they a lit symmetry. Perfect drawn is soft charm; no fear shed a sense of alarm. Unknown…

Wicked Device

I imagine freedom I dream of those places where none singled out defend their faces. A scheme of the devil does construct a hate. That roars as if a lion in society it permeates. Breathe we must go easy and stand so firm. For lessons taught so long must be relearned. Driving out darkness it…