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Villains of The night
A miracle of hope rushes through my soul holding on to the courage inside me and propels me to an unknown destiny; the moon with its shining light orbit around the earth searching for the heart to make a brand new start and silence suddenly creeps upon the dark and lighten the burden around me; it is the moment of hope that keeps hanging on to me and gravity keeps me stable on the ground to tell the tales of what has gone on before. It is one of those days when I keep pressing on and there is nobody to hold my hand and the blissful day pushes me along, and I stretch and stretch and stretch until I find myself gasping for breath and the wind from the east was just in time to walk with me and put me back on the line. The timing was right and it brought tears to my eyes and I said to myself, " time hold the secret to the soul and it will release you before you grow old". I watch the time pass by with a mysterious message planted in the sky and the people perusing their own dreams carved out of molten rock and fashioned to make golden clocks and something deep down inside connects with my pride. It is something that I cannot understand and I keep searching for the truth in a distant land and the closer I get to it the more I behold it. I thought we had something profound going but my heart would not allow me to let go off the dream; something keeps wrapping the memory of old around my spirit and I am trying desperately to find a solitary moment where I can reason with my innate soul and break loose from the walls that surrounds me. Every time I try to make a move, betrayal stand upright in my shoe, I see you standing there and you keep saying that I am not going anywhere; there is something on the path and you have to use a flashlight and search for it diligently in the dark and remove it. I just cannot separate myself from this heavenly bond, it has given me passion and the desire to carry on, and if hope filters from the air, I know that my heart will meet with you there. The night skies lights up the entire town spreading its radiant energy all around and the stars with its dancing feet spread its energy all over the street. I saw you in the distance looking at the clouds rolling by and your heart beating as they had arranged the final meeting; it is where everyone get lost to the world and when your heart betrays your feeling and the only thing that is left is to follow the stars and let them be your guide. I don’t know much, but the heart I can trust and courage will keep us together and seal our desire. The villains of the night have moved entirely out of sight; The villains of the night have broken their crown and the authorities have driven them out of the town. Wrap my soul around your heart and keep trusting when the day starts. It has already happened and the secret of the mind will reveal it.
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