Reminiscent

Beethoven your beautiful remedy cures me every time. 

It’s afternoon I want to cry the sunset is beautiful a lone ranger passes by looking, 

A sad day of a desperate life so far, 

The news surprised me I guess this is the climax of my day, the woman who has always been there since I was a child and nothing but a good person, my neighbor. 

Well, I guess I’m happy that the surgery went well but what’s killing me is what came from the surgery, 

She’s dying and it’s because of cancer. 

What type? 

I was too afraid to ask I don’t know. 

It’s like the curve of a wave the clouds a blue marble purple sky with red orange and a light white orange ocean of clouds, 

A truly beautiful sunset, the reflection is pleasing of the green wild spur of grass, 

The white flowers blossomed everywhere on the dark green tree with thorns, 

A reminiscent sight, as the warm reflection from the sky and cool air, makes the burgundy spread everywhere with a light of dark green from the soon to be grown tree just beautiful next to the white pillar that seems to carry it.

At night. The lights are on and the people seem to be barely waking up, the city looks alive and I can hear people and the city moving. 

A purple and blue night is the best time to go out and come home.

Winter falls on a summer day changing tide of a warm long and radiant day, sun reflecting off an amazonian wildlife insects crawling and butterflies flapping as if in still air, birds chirping; singing of rejuvenation.

Effortless beauty natural in essence.

The twilight of tomorrow shines the night of our yesterday. 

Girl tonight you’ve arrested my mind with the smile on your face. 

So please don’t go as long as you stand by my side, I’ll protect you with the wrath of a god so please stand by my side

You have to be unafraid to get yourself dirty in order to not pause or stumble of being worthy, 

For love should not be acquired by reason, but by the heart with no reason, that is, what it should appear like.  

I would rather get the best out of this world than it get the best out of me. 

You can’t pick everyone who’s dear to you to be with.

Nothing in space, time, or distance can break our communication as long as we our thinking of each other,

Every man dies, but not everyone gets to live; so let me have this opportunity while there is time.

Author's Note

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