and i watch the red sunset, slowly fade into time.
so heavy the minutes are, as the stars fall from the sky.
and i hear a stray cat lonely, like the wind in your sigh.
too many shadows, my thoughts just slide away.
like moths blindly dancing, they burn in the flames.
i'm so sad for this feeling, this failing of trust.
when all i know are reasons, soft covered in dust.
if only i could spread my wings and fly down to you.
but, my reasons here aren't simple, my heart sinking blue.
turning eyes, to look onto heaven.
it's time now to go.
i hear my name, they're calling.
ten thousand angels, floating like snow.









I have featured you in my newest journal
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
great art.
You like Modigliani?
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who killed davey moore?
i have followed up on ur elephant_skies with my own scketching for [link]
pls leave ur comment.
thank u.
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जीव अनुरज श्वसिहि मदेन live love breathe with passion
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