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Liliane

Liliane

Gratitude

To my mother Isabelle

Incredible is my mother
She is kind like no other
A pure Angel is nothing compared to her
Beautiful and fraich as dew,
Enchantress
Light that shines for us all
Lilas, roses I’ll pick for her
Everything to make her happier

Autres oeuvres par Liliane...
Conscience

I stare at the mirror All I see is a Monster When have I started to become This horrifying wraith? Like Dorian Gray
Ephemeral

What a beautiful rose in my garden I look at her And I remember Only her Can keep my secrets forever
Atlas

Pain radiates from my shoulders As I am carrying the whole world I imagine others hurting Like it could ease my pain But it won’t ever go away
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The water falls

The water Falls in a mellow harmony Helping me to clear my mind And direct the current of my thoug… I close my Eyes
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Narcissus

Of a Sunny yellow She wears a legendary name Growing at the place Narcisse had drowned From the own contemplation
Revelation

This evening I look at the Sky I see a burst of magnificent colou… And I realize there’s something I Had not seen…
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Mnesmosyne has failed me

Memories are gone I thought I’d feel relieved But there is a void in my heart A weight in my chest I thought forgetting you would hea…
Origin

He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times
Madness

I’m flying Lighter than air Swirling with autumn leaves Golden brown, Yellow,
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Despair

Today I feel like i am falling of… only to meet the hard, cold floor of my bathroom I cry for help I scream silently
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Lost

How many times Can I take no for an answer? Knowing you want me But are too afraid to love Disapointment
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Sweetheart

Sunshine, Driven by Helios through the Sky In a golden chariot To the sole purpose Of illuminating my life
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Weary

There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it
Awakening

Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted
Bad temper

The Lily of the Valley Blossoms beautifully Its fragance is light and fresh But poison runs through its veins, A dark side it surely hides
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