The Game Of The Thought Of The Rainy Sun

• The sun cried at the burying of the autumn, nature has left a tear of leaves - she said last good bye. The sleeping power comes from a new birth, birds have become witnesses of the time that has passed forever. Love cried for her children, material happiness is limited by cosmic time.

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  Source - http://thoughtsonthedead.com/the-good-news/

• Falling, pain, sorrow and new birth, changing the rhythm of thought begins with a mental pain that releases the human spirit. Forgive me the mistakes of my freedom - the moment of re-examining real imagination in the hypnotic wave of magical butterflies - the main players of football in the waterfall of crystal balls.

• I danced in the animal kingdom of the monster, the illusion was skiing on the reflection of the stars - the catharsis of the mind flourished in the wars of the new swans. Swimming in the ether of the future - the day cried in his beautiful edition of winged hands.

• I forgot the disturbances of future dreams, the bee was sucking honey from me, drunk with your heavenly lips - the soul was crying in the solitude of a full life. Rain misses made the famous guess at the center of my distress consciousness.

• I teach the fight at the foot of eternity, the corridors are full of liquid creams of living truth, I slammed my wounds in the words of a paradigm of thrown bread in the stone cracks of my mind. I felt joy in the wings of tenderness, I flattered my flying thoughts with the blue sky.

Original poetry written by @dobartim