Unchanted Memoirs of a Soul

The Moon were shining under the essence of the dopy sunThe sky being rustic and the clouds were all undone The winds were in the trees coming far from a lake The time he held her tightTight enough to make her warm and hale
Her glittering eyes had a corona, though her face looked pale Her skin with golden magma, all turning frailand the small legs she had could hardly resist a galeThe time that she held him tightTight enough to make him warm and hale
With her soft silky haired head resting peacefully on his laphe looks deep into the oceanic eyes approaching the flashback
The doors open,she steps in the room,family and friends grieving at the side of his mortal remainsnever expecting a greeting smile the black white walls all crying gloommade everything blur, nothing fine
But then there's him, who comes running towards herbringing all the darkness to a far endshe kisses his forehead covered with heavenly blisslove and happiness... its best blend.
A strong jerk on her arms destroyed the glory flashback though he did not breathe, he rests peacefully on her lap
Years have passed by since we went to the farlandbut she remains in the time the time she was under the shadows of his hand
and still when the moon shines under the essence of the dopy sunand the sky looks rustic and the clouds are all undonewhen tre winds are in the trees coming far from a lakeshe feels a grip holding her tight tight enough to make her warm and hale