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O AriseThe dawn breaks in glorious beauty,
Sending forth rays of light.
The brush of dew lingers on the flowers,
Dripping with radiant peace.

As I walk, I fear no danger,
This feeble mind’s at ease.
Can you hear the warble of winged ones;
Beckoning this heart to turn?

I see a vision in the distance,
Glimmering faintly before mine eyes.
As I strive towards the horizon,
Upon the shore, the Son has arrived.

O arise, arise,
Come and sing this morning song.
Arise, arise,
My soul uplifts unto You.

Above You reign in heaven,
Gazing from Your everlasting throne.
See our toil and delight,
For Your glory, humans vain find true worth.
Though failure
HugarflugLyngið og mosinn
sem smávaxnir skógar
Jörðin ófrosin, vot og þétt

Sólin og skýjin
sem lifandi verur
synda um í háloftum, litrík og létt

Skugginn og ljósið
sem synir og dætur
lífsglöð leika og dansa við allt

Sveppir og plöntur
með útbreiddar rætur,
tré sem vaxa upp í loftið svalt

Lækir og pollar
sem stöðuvötn
fullir af lífi og örlitlum grjótum

Laufið og ruslið
sem þaulreyndir bátar
sigla um á straumhörðum blikandi fljótum

Sniglar og skordýr
sem örlitlar skepnur
lifa og dvelja í skógum og lundum

Fólkið og dýrin
sem margbrotnir risar
fylgjast með lífinu öllum stundum
Where is the damn pic?! (PS song time with who?)Okay, I have tried to write this journal two times already, and I had to restart over and over again because I clicked on some sh*t link or something, so here's the short form of every f*cking thing I previously WROTE!!! Oh yeah, due to unknown reasons, this thing just won't show in my journal, so I am forced to post it here.

•I am in Taiwan for one week. I leave tomorrow.
•To comment on anything, use good english, GOOD ENGLISH!!!!
•Put on your cowboy hat yada-yada-yada...
Because it's time to hear the song (which sounds wild western-ey) 'Counting Stars'!

'OneRepublic-Counting Stars'

(PS, every bracket means another scene, y
Loveliness Life has lovelineLoveliness

Life has loveliness to sell
Music like a curve of gold.
Scent of pine trees in the rain
Eyes that love you,
Arms that hold
And for your spirits still delight.
Holy thoughts that start the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness.
Buy it and never count the cost
For one white singing hour of peace.
Count many a year of strife well lost.
And for a breath of ecstasy.
Give all you have been
or could ever be
Folk siger (Danish poem)Folk siger
at du er kold
folk siger
at du er mørk
folk siger
at du er ond
men folk siger
jo så meget

Men jeg siger
at du er varm
jeg siger
at du er lys
jeg siger
at du er god
jeg siger med alle mine ord
at du er smuk

For du
er vinter
Skip TownThese streets are seething with leaches so I'm leaving to the beaches
Where moving smoothly is not an option but a oracle that teaches
No preacher knows these sands like this skin among my hands
The sunny day inside my iris in a world with less demands

And when the leaves begin to wane, I'm retreating to the forest
Where the colors absorb the linear in hopes that you explore it
It's a maze with crystal flowers, frequent showers to plow your powers
Into you returning the same soul, or developing thyself in hours

The houses are filled with flame and smoke, I'm floating to the river
With these skates, duo of shakes and shivers, the sno
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Linger.When the sun goes down the bright sea,
The sky turns dark blue, orange, and yellow.
She skips on the boardwalk filled with glee.
Her mood is not sad, neither is it mellow.
She loves to hear the crashing waves under
It makes her feel very relaxed and safe.
She turns around, and she sees thunder
Being out there would then be very unsafe.
The cold raindrops fall onto her skin
But now she doesn't want to say goodbye.
The ocean is her love, it must be sin,
But she begins to turn with a held sigh.
She turns in her white dress with much fond love,
She runs to her house looking like a dove.
Imperfectly Beautiful.
Perfection.
It is something that is never achieved.
People are insecure, and go out of their way for it.
They should know they are all being deceived,
Because even if something is imperfect it still is beautiful.

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A Sing Of Nature

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The trees are talking, whispering for tomorrow.
I hear the sound of wind
Though no breeze blows.
Answers are told,
Told to those who listen,
Who listen to thin air
For the chance to change things
To change the world.
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Mood: Love ~EstrellaDelVenice258 Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
I like it.
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~AlienKissu Aug 2, 2012  Student General Artist
Thanks! :iconblush--plz:
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~Lycanisation Aug 2, 2012  Student General Artist
Aah, It has a poem attached. When you submitted, I was going to decline, but as it's with a poem... :3
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