The Magic Company – Part 4

It was a long hard ride over many nights and by many winding and perilous paths to the valley of Gwyndoor where Rancliffe was certain they would find the black tower in which the girl, Florian

Bless the Children

dreaming of being a knight as you charge across the parking lot

up (life: 9/?)

It wasn't really a tower. There were no 'real' buildings in the camp. But that didn't make it any better; it was still high.

Paradise Isle

The scent of mimosa blossom on a Mediterranean morning..............
Cherry

That's Enough

Now ask yourself this, what world do we live in ‘Cause one minute you’re the hero the next a villain We got drive-bys and stabbings as a way of living

NAUGHTY BUT NICE?: an éclair to die for. Full Version

‘Time to meet St. Peter.’he said. The man looked frightened and puzzled. ‘What ?’ ‘No, not at the pearly gates, he’s here in this .’ The pumpkin face imploded

noise

unwritten like a blinding white piece of paper, empty as a dead sea-shell, within repeated false belief I repeat the feeling, I repeate the feeling, I repeat the act allowing other to re-open

hollow

tiresomely enclosed within the circle of silence as a butterfly with broken wings that hits against the glass of a jar insane barely alive with its last beats entrapped

Blindness

to breath in the stillness of summer sunset painted raspberry colour, I want peace placid sea surrounded with thrown about pieces of land,

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