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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

Altre opere di 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
Sweetheart

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

No direction No certainty Only questions I Wonder what will come next My thoughts are fidgeting all arou…
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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Reunion

Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life
Hope

Every night I wonder Will you ever be my knight? It would make my heart pound To know that you’re mine The two of us flying, freed fom ou…
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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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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
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…
Madness

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

Everyday I worry I dread this coming month, September The milestone of our life The day our fate will be known
Weary

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

When I look at his eyes I get a glimpse of his soul Bright, Only a gleam of sun makes them spa… Of a beautiful green,
Just a pinch of magic

A witch he thinks I am That a spell I’ve cast on him Through the delicous taste Of what I baked,
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