A warm bright light
That lights in his eyes
Eyes that's filled with hopes and dreams
A warm kind دل
That swells with love and desire
A wonderful soul
Sitting at his ڈیسک smiling
Writting and drawing
He's passion
The wonderful art coming from his soul
He stays in his room dreaming
Many might not know him
یا might not realise how amazing he is
I am a lucky one
I get to talk him daily
I get to feel the warmness the love
The real person that he is
A sweet loving kind free soul
He sits and gazes out the window
He's sweet and strong someone آپ can turn to
Someone who is never afraid to take your hand
I know..because he's taken my hand
I'm very special to know him
This poem I dedicate to him
The free loving spirit that I care for very much
He sits there drawing and writing
At times thinking it may not be good enough
Well honey their perfect to me
The magic that آپ draw is amazing
I'm the lucky one to know آپ
With the magic of the moon and stars
How they shine down
They shine apon آپ
It shows in your drawings
In your kind دل
Your warm soul
آپ are a warm bright light
That lights in his eyes
Eyes that's filled with hopes and dreams
A warm kind دل
That swells with love and desire
A wonderful soul
Sitting at his ڈیسک smiling
Writting and drawing
He's passion
The wonderful art coming from his soul
He stays in his room dreaming
Many might not know him
یا might not realise how amazing he is
I am a lucky one
I get to talk him daily
I get to feel the warmness the love
The real person that he is
A sweet loving kind free soul
He sits and gazes out the window
He's sweet and strong someone آپ can turn to
Someone who is never afraid to take your hand
I know..because he's taken my hand
I'm very special to know him
This poem I dedicate to him
The free loving spirit that I care for very much
He sits there drawing and writing
At times thinking it may not be good enough
Well honey their perfect to me
The magic that آپ draw is amazing
I'm the lucky one to know آپ
With the magic of the moon and stars
How they shine down
They shine apon آپ
It shows in your drawings
In your kind دل
Your warm soul
آپ are a warm bright light
The Origin of Genesis
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The origin of genesis
Came to me in a swift, cool dream
Black as night and thick with tall forest
Carrying the corpse in a haze of scattered thoughts
Relentless, curving
A desire, a lust, a passion for trips and blood
The slit wrist, the dire shaman, the wistful crucifix
My love is one, is your love, is under our will
The mysteries of the back lot سٹریٹ, گلی cult
The shamans and mystics
Pagans and celtics
The Thelemites unite under the stars
Alongside the dirty سٹریٹ, گلی and the deserted rusted out death cars
We have found the origin was meant only for thought
And not for answering.
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The origin of genesis
Came to me in a swift, cool dream
Black as night and thick with tall forest
Carrying the corpse in a haze of scattered thoughts
Relentless, curving
A desire, a lust, a passion for trips and blood
The slit wrist, the dire shaman, the wistful crucifix
My love is one, is your love, is under our will
The mysteries of the back lot سٹریٹ, گلی cult
The shamans and mystics
Pagans and celtics
The Thelemites unite under the stars
Alongside the dirty سٹریٹ, گلی and the deserted rusted out death cars
We have found the origin was meant only for thought
And not for answering.
