OK, um pouco de música instrumental faz milagres sabe xP. Aqui mais umas pérolas de randomness.
Their eyes watch you, their souls forgive. However not eternal, ethereal. As the air goes, so do you. As the mind blows, we miss the truth. When the ancient held up the world, didn't he know how much it hurts? Locked in his own mind and ground, awaiting the upcoming end.
He could feel it vanishing, leaving. The leaves shall be blown away by the nature itself. He built a wall to watch it fall. It weeped, oh it sighed with the vision of its master: pale, sad and forgotten. His eyes won't tell a story, but his echos will fly through you till the end of time.
Tears.... dark clouds of war. How dare such terrible image bless the eyes of fools with vision? How dare it disturb the perfect mirror of men? The lake: false reflection.... every day... it tries to be the sky, never suceeds. This is our history.
The wind kissed me. Instantly I could hear the sound of harps, the smiles in their faces. The colours became warm, and even time istelf took a break. I closed my eyes and felt the passion: how joy embraced quietly my sadness. Tones of friendship.... the lone was finally gone. It was all there after all.
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