stintos poetry
Fantasy
I am made of blood, bone, and brimstone,
Forged in the fires of what's been.
Yet nothing more can be said
Of the comfort of knowing
I have flowers growing under my skin
Dawn
Bloom
Icarus
Let Me
Home
Blue Wind
Constellation...
Dark
There was love everywhere, The environment was full of love and care... There was love everywhere, The environment was full of love and care...
Listening the rythmic music of the hearts Listening the rythmic music of the hearts
Buzz Resonated the machine Buzz Resonated the machine
SO VAST AND SO WONDERFUL THE BEAUTY I JUST LOVE TO SEE SO VAST AND SO WONDERFUL THE BEAUTY I JUST LOVE TO SEE
My heart wants to fly See the stars in the morning light Surge to connect with worldw My heart wants to fly See the stars in the morning light Surge to connect ...
I hope this time machine, Will work as a miracle, I hope this time machine, Will work as a miracle,
In the grace of the autumn sun In the misty fog of winter In the grace of the autumn sun In the misty fog of winter
I see Harry Potter flying on his broom He must be practising, I assume I see Harry Potter flying on his broom He must be practising, I assume
I just imagine now how it would be to slowly fade away I just imagine now how it would be to slowly fade away
Just a little more of faith, And lingering on the stairs, Just a little more of faith, And lingering on the stairs,
tender sun rays of ancient sun pass through dews tender sun rays of ancient sun pass through dews
Set off on a yacht for big fun voyage, Forgetting all tiny tribulations of age; Set off on a yacht for big fun voyage, Forgetting all tiny tribulations of ag...
If I were a superhero I would regenerate the planet Earth If I were a superhero I would regenerate the planet Earth
They are happy when they flow,But this process is very slow They are happy when they flow,But this process is very slow
as beautiful as a night sky as beautiful as a night sky
The poem describes the beauty of a village maiden. The poem describes the beauty of a village maiden.
Devoid of fresh air of love they shrink and cough Devoid of fresh air of love they shrink and cough
The poem is a fantasy dream. The poem is a fantasy dream.
Without friends life is empty,Without fun life is full of guilty Without friends life is empty,Without fun life is full of guilty
He questioned himself, Is this even real... He questioned himself, Is this even real...
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