20th Day of Birth
Day of the present, my day of birth, whence light embraces me.
Ironically, summoned darkness to have me.
Of not sparing tyme, our exams say bye...
Deathsayer notes,
"...the end is nigh, I shall die...
...my death is the way, of the minds say..."
My trusty fiere gie's a hand o’ savior, have me be saved.
Words of him notes,
"Sorrow flooded my heart's core,
In it I found pieces of glasses,
Scattered around,
In my ribs they called out:
Save yourselves folks!
Life's a brief candle,
Death is never a solution."
reetings, pilgrims of Purity, travelers of Afar, wanderers of Wise, vagabonds of Ireland, seekers of knowledge, worshipers of God. Assemble with the footsteps as moving along the rhythm in the March of Journalists. Welcome to the place of beyond thy imaginations. Out of the blue. Like blue northern lights stretch their rays of shiny feather out from the horizon to sky, neither gracefully nor hastily. Instead, it's suddenly, to the sky of becoming a sky dancer, be praised by the worshippers of North! Out of the blue, it beckons the theme of beyond imaginations. Be thou the traveler of Afar, or be thou the wanderer of Wise. Doesn't matter. "Open Sesame", open to thy heart, thee shall reveal thy heart to choose thy destiny. Without lost of direction through the confusion of mind, heart or soul. Begone! No such confusions, merely devils and demons falsify your truest heart of own as treasure trove. Follow thy heart, gladly choose the path of yours! May the Goddess have the light of hopes shine on thou, blog-to-blog traveler...