The sky falls,
when you can not speak,
when you can not cry,
when you want to escape,
when you feel that your breathing is useless,
the sky falls
upon you.
The sky falls,
when you feel betrayed,
when darkness surrounds you,
when hope is lacking,
when the tears flow unstoppable on your face,
the sky falls
upon you.
The sky falls,
when you lack the time,
when you feel alone,
when the fantasy no longer fly,
when you no longer feel capable of giving love,
when you smother all the emotions in your heart,
the sky falls
upon you.
The sky falls,
but above all,
when those dearest to you,
is far away from you
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep by Tazunee, literature
Literature
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep,
without feeling your breath,
without your caress,
without your word,
without your warmth around me.
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep,
Without your gaze,
without your smile,
without your presence,
without smelling your inebriating perfume
like an essence.
Without you I wouldn't fall asleep,
without feeling that you're embracing me,
without feeling that you caress me
without being able to hear
the beats of our hearts.
When love manifests
When love manifests,
It comes to you unexpectedly
and it is something that unlikely to disappear
without leaving any traces of itself.
The caution in this case it is useless
it would be how to build snow walls
that the first ray of sunshine
They will be dissolved.
Do not look for logic in the sentiments
which they are like water in a river,
something difficult to analyze
which is always on the move,
only time will give the answer
of that something that is born
in the depths of your soul.
And you can not do other than let yourself be carried
like a leaf in the wind without resistance,
giving your emotions the opportunit
When night falls,
it darkens everything,
only one thing doesn't discolour
and it is that image that I have of you.
I imagine your eyes,
I am affected by your smile
and I can even feel the warmth of one of your caress.
Then I feel you being closer,
I can feel your breath,
like slight breeze that runs along the sea
bringing your words to me.
Your words,
like an echo of sounds,
like vibrant notes hanging in the air
turn around me to comfort me.
It calms my anxiety,
relaxes my forehead,
melts the tangle of confused thoughts that
torment my mind.
After a sudden war,
caused by a single, brief spark,
but then everything calms down, it all comes
Like the Moon
The Moon is enthroned, shining in the sky,
I look at it,
I feel moving inside me, almost like growing up,
a multitude of thoughts and feelings
and in me chaos
is the only sure thing that I can see.
The resoluteness has never been my strong point, but
it is like an optional
that occasionally shows itself.
Here it is, now makes its appearance
putting itself at odds with the tips of my muse.
My muse tells me to trust my instincts.
It tells me that,
the love,
is not a calculation you can do,
but it is an action that stems from mysterious origins
which you are not skilled to avoid its effects.
For this, my fear is great
and
Our world is coated
In candy, glazed
In all that is sweet;
There is only sugary
Goodness, nature far
From a simple treat.
In the springtime
All that you see
And taste is new;
Flowers are like
Gumballs galore,
Icing the morning's dew;
All you can hear
From miles around
Are busy, buzzing bees
As they work and fly
From tulip to daisy
To layer each petal in honey.
The summer melts
The sweetness, the blades
Of grass like licorice;
The sun's rays are like
Sprinkles, the shining
Sugar warm with its kiss.
All is cheerful and colorful
Underneath the canopy
Of a cotton candy sky;
You look around
This jellybean land to fin
I can think of nothing
Which so inspires
A surge of creativity
Like nature on fire-
Autumn colors
In all their fantastic glory,
The trees like flames
And bringing stories
Into my head
About such beauty-
To appreciate this,
Our gift, our duty.
The wind picks up
The fragile leaves,
An autumn rainbow
Creeping up the trees.
The air is crisp
And chills the bone;
The breeze sways the oaks,
And the pines begin to moan.
Boots crunch the colors,
All vibrant autumn shades;
In reds, oranges, and browns,
The world seems to soften and fade.
Shoulders shiver
Underneath the rising cold;
The sky clears
And becomes a tawny gold.
All is calm and quiet
W
May we fail to cross all the Sands;
Even in each particle or grain,
There should always be some mystery
In the form of unknown lands.
May we never tame the Waters;
They have much to show and teach
From the breaking and violent waves-
Lessons not ours but for sons and daughters.
May we fail to always climb the Mountains
Or reach the snow-covered peaks;
Adventure awaits in the smallest pebble-
But should we just because we can?
May we never clear the Forests,
Beauty in all their enchanted grace;
The oak is strong and has much to share-
A little wild in the wilderness is really best.