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Her epyllion of tender words,
Phrased by rendering to a call.
On wings of a dying bird,
As it took its toll.
In the equinox where there's no time,
Between the stars her finger points.
Looking beyond all the signs,
An apocalyptic story in its prime.
My state in reasons where I feel,
To be part of but yet denied.
Could have crossed a partition to steal,
But then it's not mine.
I stay like the hang bird in silence,
To keep her company as she cries,
And into the river of sentiment,
I'll bring her the bluest skies.
So hush my love and give it your best,
Your life infinitely wide and true.
Like a beacon put to the test,
You will allways shine through!
By: Jan Crest
Phrased by rendering to a call.
On wings of a dying bird,
As it took its toll.
In the equinox where there's no time,
Between the stars her finger points.
Looking beyond all the signs,
An apocalyptic story in its prime.
My state in reasons where I feel,
To be part of but yet denied.
Could have crossed a partition to steal,
But then it's not mine.
I stay like the hang bird in silence,
To keep her company as she cries,
And into the river of sentiment,
I'll bring her the bluest skies.
So hush my love and give it your best,
Your life infinitely wide and true.
Like a beacon put to the test,
You will allways shine through!
By: Jan Crest
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