Cry, Baby Cry...

Crying Tree

The Tears Of An Oak.

Noticeable, But Underestimated.

Witnesses Of Nature.

Falling Wrecklesly Into The Eternal Swift Air.

He Lets The Tears Fly In The Air,

For There His Tears Look Small.

In the Summertime

Partytime

Maybe we are wrong,
we don't know.
Maybe we are far away from truth,
but we don't care of.
We just say what we think is good,
but without proves,
for someones,
it's not true.
Join our little society,
free will,
take your chances.
Just one thing;
our world is a party.

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Unreachable

LOOK!
Far away, the great
light we were looking for
it's coming to us!
OH! How lovely is when is near!
Inmortality exists
and we are a few meters to get it!
Almost there!
Some centimeters...
I almost touch it!

I got it............
YOU ALMOST...

Written by: Death