Lady Of HeartsMóiless,Lady Of Hearts
A knotted brow full with but contempt is a poor feel indeed. Denied the fresh smile of a maidens moon unto the sea of black sky. A thousand wishes lost to the stars, their greedy souls to horde them all. No sweet breath when the breeze does sway the tips of the trees. Each heart would break times over at the lost whisper of thy name.
The apples of a farmer are a sweet feed, the smiles of a child, the blood from a soldier, all locked away by the muse.
The emptiness that seeks a soul is a risk to fight indeed. By moon and by sunlight shall our children weep, a confession of our love with words. A king is
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« Si sarà notato che essi osservano il loro destino nello stesso modo in cui, i più, sono soliti osservare una giornata di pioggia. »
~ Alessandro Baricco
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