《Morning Moon》 East of the Sun EAST OF THE SUN Packed are my trunks to the brink With dreams and sleepless eyes Still, the mind''s eye wants to think And thus wants to sever the ties The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. That bind the will to my love East of the Sun. In the land of plentiful pleasures, The Buddha hovers on eaters of lotus His lips dare not to lose focus From spread dishes of treasure. That build the road to be followed North of the Sun. In Winn''s pages of state The hero''s feet the desert follow Manat, the third, now all prostrate! But still the crescent feels hollow, Her edges sinking deep West of the Sun. The topic''s thundering storm Tears words to pieces and thunders Remains the body yet born In seas and landlocked blunders. Yet I rule in everlasting burning South of the Sun Through the Lookin Glass With a wave of delicate fingers Echoing the morning¡¯s first ray But pain on its tip still lingers Reminding of the ending of day. Still looking at vanishing lenses That stares into emerald eyes This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. And piercing my hopeless senses Severing grieving and painful ties. Tapping the rain-stained window A flash of ink has been shed Whose spreading image of ether Open a path to the dead. Still scribbling on purified papers With sharp and delicate nails All things shall be made known With a wave of delicate fingers. Stretched on an ebony surface The quill traces all thoughts With lines ripped from midnight Connecting the targeted dots. A map slowly emerges Whose treasure one¡¯s life must pay, The sun will be the set compass Echoing the morning¡¯s first ray. Stars above the nations Stars above the nations Every day and every night Driving away the dark shadows, Revealing sought after truths. Stars above the nations¡­ Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. They swarm on the dark vault In galaxies and dark-systems Born for pure minds Wishing for paths that have not been sought. Stars above the nations¡­ And they fall from the sky sometimes Guiding a departed soul, Traveling to the dark West, Leaving behind his destroyed body. Stars above the nations¡­ The whole night lights up, They don''t stop for a moment, I stand watch, investigate, Illuminating the whole earth. Stars above the nations¡­ Sunset Black night, pointless When you always have to fast, you have no hope left But always walk bravely Always towards the dark sunset Driven by an unspeakable longing. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. You will pass over the mountains of the moon You have great mysteries to unravel You will cross the valley of death You will reach all the stars. You will know the whole truth Banishing evil from the world. Sunset where the light dies It''s a real curse He makes your way hard Taking the light off her And it transforms your whole world In a black dead zone. Black night, pointless Even though you will pay the price of death You have to have hope Walking boldly into the sunset You will have plenty of light Will you follow your star? August Circus A twister came And took up the circus, Amid August''s clouds And threw it in my town. I said "How great this is" Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Roasted peanuts in August With caramel onion on hot dogs. But now my town''s gone With only the circus left. Tents now replace blocks, And candy canes bloom down the lanes. Leotards rule the fashion world While seals play the kazoo in the park The midgets are winding up the cars Driven by clowns the monkeys have spanked. When bored, they get out at the first stop, Giving out instead of fines Cakes with dynamite candles. It''s august, its chaos on the street And the circus'' three rings are full For laughter''s sake, let them drink And puke until the rust-covered leaves Seal them in a tomb. Crescent Silver sickle floating in the air Over sea and land watching, Carrying with her a dream of eternity. Silver sickle floating in the air. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Over the arid deserts, The heritage of the Assyrian peoples, Her light invigorates, Give peace, light, To the brave who dare, And the right path follows it. In palaces of divine marble, Of the thousand and one nights It gives birth to dreams and teachings What cold mind encompasses them, As a goal and goal to follow, Always to an unexpected place. Silver sickle floating in the air In nature and in the soul are mirrors, Which the dream only includes. Silver sickle floating in the air.