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Dancing TigressBeautifully fierce - that's what she was.Skin so golden, yet eyes so black.Ribbons of mango hung in her hair,cascading down the arch of her back.Some called her a vision of fairness,with jangles of bangles on her wrists.Others saw her as an exotic prowler,stealing the night with the sway of her hips.But when she felt the world around her,listening to the soul of a beating drum,she knew her spirit was quite infused, a girl and a tigress all in one.
Letter to the MoonInk swirls waltz beside angelic swans.An empty season's breeze beckons it along.The flatness of parchment,on which I spilt my tea,took flight as feathered downoff the coast - into the sea.A flirtatious lick from burning saltmelts faulty calligraphy from my throat.The forbearance of darkness,a blanket-less night,cuts down on my countenance off the shore - into the sky.A song of secrets from starry fae.Heart's emissaries raise on silver tray.The winter-grey of silk,on callous tapestry,mirrors your love for The Sun,off your smile - onto me.
WeaknessWeakness - Am I Not Stronger?Another foolish decision;Another lesson learned.Another love lost;Another scar earned.But I'll be okay...Right?Another seclusion from the world,Another pause in life.Another need to be alone,Another slowly healing strife.But I'm fine...Right?Am I not stronger than this pain?Am I not mature enough to beAlone, without that special oneI simply don't yet need?...No. No... I'm not.My mortal heart cries out in agony:I need to be loved.Only Human - Weakness
The Church VicarThe Church VicarThe bells they rang in the old church steepleNot a soul bode inside the cathedralThe Books they lay unread by a peopleSave the Vicar in will to beseech allThe world had left his church for lusts of fleshOnly he on Sunday heard the sermonIn his kirk he wrote with the Lord to meshIn this ministry he longed to warn manHis life of the cloth was unrewardingTo a conviction of worldly villainsStill he reaped wherever His Sword shall beBy the passion of EvangelismThrough the Lord you will not want successionTo His Kingdom by humble profession"For therein is the righteousness of God revealed from faith to faith: as
AmistadLa amistad entre nosotros, crece cada dia.En la vida los amigos, nos sirven como guia.Todos unidos, bajo un mismo creer.El que en necesidad, no deja de proveer.Siempre habran problemas, no es de dudar.Conocidos por el mundo, por saber lo que es amar.Satanas hoy en dia, no deja de atacar.De victimas somos, como gota en el mar.Poder confiar, en quien menos uno espera.Enemigos tratandote, de differente manera.La flor de la amistad, cada dia crece.Algunos petalos caen, pero luego enjuvenecen.Nada en este mundo, compara con ese tesoro.Es aun mas valioso, que una abundancia de oro.Siempre nos mantiene, en un modo de pensar.Las ami
HarbingerLife can be petty.Tranquility rare.Savor the moment.Salvation is there.
~Nadine
~Nadine