Within the Lightseam
Soft light to the first time holding hands The first sprouting honey flower Now a bed to sleep on In soft melancholy nighttime Somehow remembering a distant sadness Somehow longing for a forgotten touch Two hugging fairies in a perfect dreamplay Tears follow fertile soil for blooming resonance As spores lift to the sky and blanket the world with pure magic Unforgettable stories carved in seeds As time passes by though carrying her body A sudden fragment of light spills into her eyes And remеmbering Seven yеars ago Hidden secret words attached to flower stems pulsing youthful moments The flowing streams of remembrance carrying colored light I want to hold in my hand Perfect angel stories There are no other words Just resonant chimes Their beating hearts
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
The most precious and the purest orange magic Holding it in my hands, through from april travel into the perfect night of blue twilight and open space orange light, open I find it and keep it in my hands And the light tower is of 2011 autumn emotion Only now as pure as juvenescent discarnate body And in that magic is every road and every story I have it I want to be as discarnate june 24 2015 in the sight of innumerable orange lights deep down a hidden path all before my eyes My whole body My entire body is the story I cry every single day I just want to be there I just want to be there I just want to be there
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026