Scarlet Wings
I love my love And whereon he moves… I love my love And where he flies On scarlet wings Through blood-red skies A dove appears On spring’s bright morn But feathers freeze In winter’s scorn…
I love my love And whereon he moves… I love my love And where he flies On scarlet wings Through blood-red skies A dove appears On spring’s bright morn But feathers freeze In winter’s scorn…
I stand at the crossroads Of a world gone mad Tossing in the current Of “Great Events” But all the while forgetting The deeper whirlpool Towards which all things flow We gamble on the fringes…
I feel the dark It seeps within my bones, runs through my veins; It is a tangible, moving thing I know it lives Where are the souls That faded from my sight, that flew away?…
By Avallina Balestri (alias Rosaria Marie) Word Count: 371 Rating: G (suitable for audiences) Summary: A poet hopes to be a small voice for beauty and Truth. Let my life be spent out Like the…
Year: 1988 Filming: Color Length: 108 minutes Genre: Biography/Drama/Inspirational/Religious Maturity: PG (for brief language and intense thematic elements) Main Cast: Ben Gazzara (Don Bosco), Patsy Kensit (Lina), Karl Zinny (Giuseppe), Laurent Terzieff (Monsignor Gastaldi), Raymond…
The candles flickered in the silence of the halls, yet their swirling smoke whispered to each other that death had fallen on this place, that it lay moldering on the edges of fallen…
Sing of Mother Earth Who we must tend As grateful sons and daughters Born to soil and water Flame’s fury and wind’s breath As our natural inheritance The landscape has a face The rivers run…
I’ve held my son in my arms today. It was so long since last I did that. Years. For three years now he has been dying to me, a little at a time. I suppose…
~ by Avellina Balestri Gold As the sun’s light, streaming through the Shire woods, Seeping into farmers’ soil, rich and ready For the bringing forth of… Gold As the corn’s lips, kissing the crisp harvest…
Pierre LeFou had always been a shy boy, the most timid boy in the village, and had been the brunt of bullies since he was knee-high to a grasshopper. They would harass him at…
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