Dawn, light grows on the riverbed. The ever changing skies. Will all fall? How will all else become what or how it might have already once been. Not has this been what else it may be for it may only see clear to not hear one word. The darkenss only will cover full spread over any lighten world of peace, the dark turning all into cold. The worlds sons of suns will only burn through, warming up to burn enough around as the catches of fires, will it burn will it be what it might only forever be. |
Dreams mean something to everyone. Dreams can predict the future, or show a memory from the past. Also I belive that dreams show some inclination of seeming to give the understanding of what is to just be at present. The dreams that I have over assumed my mind, thoughts will of course be difficultly incaptivated with the momentum ability of what is or will all ready be. The oddness of the declining method any one may forget the dream they might of had. I have odd dreams. |