...the slip of the curl of the adrenaline embraced the immersion of his trunk and broke the reflection as if the stem of a wine glass had held the sliver of an enlongated caress of two and trinkets of light rayed through the embryo of time grasping the thrust of a fall riding the rim then three sixtied back into slow sipping consumption of the sandman's jealous thoughts of putting out the candlelight to interupt passion tasted on the eve and ache of tastebuds resting on night magic searching for longer ending twilight therapies and whispers, next to pirating beds....
Si l'unfall le ciel hors de l'endroit, unconstellate tient le premier rôle, de votre ciel et gauche vous dans les morceaux, un morceau de votre amour durerait l'éternité, comme sans fin pour chronométrer les mots seraient, votre ciel resterait et toujours le ciel un coeur qui a respiré dans l'atmosphère, le bout droit de tient le premier rôle cette maintenant configuration sous mes pieds ferait bon accueil à ma manière que la profondeur de mes étapes deviennent maintenant l'éclipse de l'amour et l'éternité attraperait mon souffle qui a coulé comme des larmes des mots liquides et a chauffé un ciel vide intérieurement, maintenant bu comme projectile d'Orion de flèche, un coeur ivre, hors de l'endroit, hors du ciel, battant avec l'éclipse de l'éternité et de l'amour. Si faisait les mots ont manqué le ciel, se sont ennuyés de toi, toujours resté le noyau et pianotent d'un projectile à l'éternité, parmi les constellations, aux pensées apportent de nouveau à moi, si le ciel étaient de tomber hors de l'endroit… de votre ciel et laissé vous dans les morceaux, mais ininterrompu,
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...Her eyes set afire and settled like ash on roses that carried around his waist with the tips of her fingers to follow and gently caress the hips in front of her
The sweetest rope of flame touched her lips and the return journeyed across the rim through words and the heat of misty steps, the open chalet and windows brought in the fog that sneaked backwards and forwards against the walls too far away form the embrace to be noticed at all..
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Should you ever wonder and wonder finds you standing on the edge of each page,
pulling silence apart,
the rise of gravity winding through,
dressed in rain,
as the way deepens and becomes the shush of a concealed night we no longer find, it's the beginning,
as far as the comfort of ends rushing through lips and pages of history,
words adorn my heart of you written across uncaressed time as it passes and longs,
as heavy dwells, the gravity of the soul of you within,
and romance still hangs, beginning over and over again
Apart
If the sky parted and the clouds missed you, would it still be the atmosphere that belonged apart of you and would you still find the sun in my eyes, if the sky was lonely for you and I, we couldn't miss if it was raining those same thoughts, that broke when it's new like the first drops of love that filled my heart and naked soul, the first sight of you divides and falls before the clouds could clothe you, I breathe and it's true if the sky were ever lonely it was for you and I
Mystery
wine from the winery
is no longer cold
after fine dining
new money is still old
but spins the same
with the toss of a coin
changes
heads or tails
found
ups and downs
the spoils of ripe fruit
fine wine tip toed
footprints no longer cold
rippling
head to tail
blood red
still dining on old money
still spinning
heads a twirl
drunken intoxication from
wine from the winery
no longer cold
silver bubbled over
spills from the vein of the tap
foliage winter deep
wine barrels and press, rot in the center
vines echoed by ink
twist up the wall
of the cellar’s ghost
until beautiful exists no more
I'd never have to wait until heaven fell upon me and each day I'd face another beautiful day each time we embrace
longer shadows of the day forget the passage of time and endless becomes your beauty, the turn of dreams weigh down the pages of memories and I see into our future that until beauty exists no more, I'd lay the pages down as your beauty embraces a whisper to fall upon me
if all that I see was my heaven and eternity began to melt away, skies would not fall short of promises
if what I believed carred me another day
A soul that was breathless walks again
once was not enough
twice was beauty all over again
if heaven poured
it all filled my glass
the beauty that it holds would mend our wings and we'd fly again
“You never thought a rose could carry notes of signature lines, until you found beauty in a rose…this line was written on roses and lasts the beauty of time”- Jocelyn Shaw
Trinkets of scented roses, thoughts of silk floral bouquets and scented bouquets of roses become the keepsakes, memoirs that last the lifetime of words and beauty
Signature lines laid down on a bed of roses gift forever between the lines
Lay the rose down with signature lines
“Say it with Flowers” campaign
Imagine the capture of silk roses, accented roses the beauty of a rose, forever held in place with signature lines that last a lifetime, never withering through time
A bouquet of words, never wither
This line was written on roses and lasts the beauty of time
Signature lines from the magical garden of roses come alive just as the magic in black roses-
Say it with Flowers- Say it Forever
Pledging Beauty- Words behind the pledge- Say it with Flowers
(Rose Bush FR campaign)
إلى أن جميلة يتواجد [نو مور]
أنا أبدا اضطرّ انتظرت إلى أن سماء [فلّ] على ي وكلّ يوم أنا واجهت آخر يوم جميلة [إش تيم] نحن نعتنق
[شوووس] طويلة من اليوم ينسى الممر الوقت ولانهائيّة يصبح جمالك, الدورة الحلم يزن نزولا إلى الصفحات الذاكرات وأنا أرى داخل مستقبلنا أنّ إلى أن جمال يتواجد [نو مور], أنا كذبت الصفحات إلى أسفل بما أنّ جمالك يعتنق همس أن يسقط على ي
إن كلّ أنّ أنا أرى كان ي سماء وأبديّ بدأ أن يذوب بعيدا, سماوات لم [فلّ شورت] من وعود
إن ماذا أنا صدقت [كرّد] ي آخر يوم
[ا] روح أنّ كان عديم النفس يمشي ثانية
مرّة [ب] لم كافي
مرّتين كان جمال ثانية
إن سماء صبّ
هو كلّ يملأ زجاجي
الجمال أنّ هو يمسك صلح أجنحتنا وطار نحن ثانية
Jusqu'à la beauté existe pas plus
jusqu'à ce que beau existe pas plus
je ne devrais jamais attendre jusqu'à ce que le ciel soit tombé sur moi et chaque jour je ferais face à un autre beau jour chaque fois que nous embrassons
de plus longs shawows du jour oublions le passage du temps et le sans fin devient votre beauté, le tour des rêves pèse en bas des pages des mémoires et je vois dans notre futur que jusqu'à ce que la beauté n'existe pas plus, j'étendrais les pages vers le bas comme votre beauté embrasse un chuchotement pour tomber sur moi
si tout ce que je vois était mon ciel et éternité commençait à fondre, cieux ne ferait pas défaut aux promesses
si ce que j'ai cru que carred j'une autre âme
du jour A qui était essoufflé marche encore
n'était pas par le passé assez
était deux fois la beauté encore une fois
si le ciel la versait
tout rempli mon verre
la beauté qu'il tient réparerait nos ailes et nous volerions encore
fino a che bello non esista non di più
mai non dovrei attendere fino a che il cielo non sia caduto su me ed ogni giorno abbia affrontato un altro giorno bello ogni volta abbracciamo
gli shawows più lunghi del giorno ci dimentichiamo il passaggio di tempo e l'infinito si trasforma in nella vostra bellezza, la girata dei sogni peso giù le pagine delle memorie e vedo nel nostro futuro che fino a che la bellezza non esista non di più, porrei le pagine giù come la vostra bellezza abbraccia un bisbiglio per cadere su me
se tutto che veda fosse il miei cielo ed eternity cominciasse a fondersi, cieli non sarebbe a corto di promesse
se che cosa credessi che incatramato me un'altra anima
di giorno A che era breathless cammina ancora
non era una volta abbastanza
era due volte la bellezza ancora una volta
se il cielo la versasse
tutto riempito il mio vetro
la bellezza che tiene riparerebbe le nostre ale e che voleremmo ancora
hasta que es hermoso existo
nunca tendría que no más esperar hasta que el cielo bajó sobre mí y cada día haría frente a otro día hermoso que abrazamos cada vez
shawows más largos del día nos olvidamos el paso del tiempo y el sin fin se convierte en su belleza, la vuelta de sueños peso abajo de las páginas de memorias y veo en nuestro futuro que hasta que existe la belleza no más, pondría las páginas abajo como su belleza abraza un susurro para bajar sobre mí
si toda que veo fuera mi cielo y eternidad comenzara a derretir lejos, cielos no faltaría las promesas
si qué creí que carred yo otra alma
del día A que era sin aliento camina otra vez
no era una vez bastante
estaba dos veces la belleza de nuevo
si el cielo la vertiera
todo el llenado mi cristal
la belleza que sostiene repararía nuestras alas y volaríamos otra vez
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