Rain falls around the world
On every head in every country.
Dark clouds mask everyone's skies
When they were once clear.
But ask yourself this question....
Do you get drenched and washed away
Or do you dance between the raindrops?
With FeathersWith Feathers by Celticwitch21
Muse the goddesses Athena and Aphrodite.
Gaze down upon us as I spin
the tail of Philippe the Pure.
The warrior whom never rose
his sword from its sheath,
and yet, by the grace from above,
came out victorious and unscathed.
The great Philippe the Pure,
son of Ibis and humble warrior of Diseurs,
whom traveled far from home,
across foreign lands with foreign names,
castaway in isolation in the world of Granbium,
home to the harsh and twisted Granbians.
Granbians were creatures of the land,
raised by the trees shading them,
in which they burn and slash into like savages,
and brought forth by the soil beneath their feet
though they believe it useless and dull.
Pasty and cruel beings of man,
and yet, among them,
children gathered about Philippe’s feet,
for he was a sight that only the eyes of innocence could marvel in.
His amour covered
in bonnie wonder
was the depiction of all that
is pure and uncorrupted by life.
The colors of happiness and sorrow,
of warmth and frost,
and of life a
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance through the rain drops."
"Unless you're 100% sure I'm going to care, don't tell me." ~me
Have you ever wanted to talk,
But never really dared?
Or miss that opportunity
To tell them that you cared?
Pretended that it doesn't hurt
And said that it's okay?
And spent each day wishing
It'd all just go away?
Acted how your "supposed to"
So no one knew you cried?
And never let them see
How you really felt inside?
put this on ur page if u have EVER felt this way! UR NOT ALONE!