more time to talk does not prevent,
For many are fought and suffered by him,
Loosed from the hate and lies,
You get thrown floods of light;
Another moment of what you love, do not call.
If I would be, well - no.
What their hearts conceal bear,
Sees the light woven origins.
Oh, wait their golden interval
What separates the sun\'s coming!
You disappeared. Someone wandered lonely,
And division of the snow in his eyes.
Saturiņicīts>
organ, organ, pouring sand. . .
Today we throw heavy hands
In each beloved, dying
We are part of the self to rock.
Saturiņicīts>
How cold earth! But you see,
How tired breath carbon monoxide.
And dense fog iedzedz light a candle
Your father - or mine.
Saturiņicīts>
But slowly, when the winds aizšalc,
Do you do - comforting light.
Saturiņicīts>
And the white blood, dying coals
You stay in children, the people, KOKLE.
Saturiņicīts>
all remember it well
As the face of near and dear.
Under the old oak refuge
In addition to klaidienam old acorn;
The roots and hard kumpainām
I place the head and shower,
With lightning-lived when iztrupots,
With thunder rain and hail.
Saturiņicīts>
Oh, do not go, there biscuit smell floods,
And krāsnsmute tvanīgu heat pour.
Let the fire be born again golden ore,
To a reflection around the room and eyes Dej.
Saturiņicīts>
Oh, do not go yet neliesmo sunset torch
There is a chunk of life - like bread - thick.
Take a cup of water when thirsty jāremdē,
Take warm bread and an afternoon snack would go!
Saturiņicīts>
Oh, do not go, I will tear kļavlapas pink,
By Next Year once again under the loaf here.
As the heart wants to believe that a man can be so -
On a warm oven to flee away!. . .
Saturiņicīts>
No longer would not expect, but I tend more -
Someone pulled me to the wing of the hand.
Moans the air, feel the time skrietnam wings,
In this stream I have to fly one. . .
What a strange morning, when surrounded by snow,
On his shoulders and sat on his hands.
With the hot hand and the dreams
It will not melt anymore.
Saturiņicīts>
Dzimtinē guļšūs, encoding pīnõks
Already škērtīs dzeiveibu with me:
Patriotic to the sand I shower -
To Dzīsme around me\'s that sound?
Saturiņicīts>
The only consolation is eternal, -
When going up, we still remain behind other
And remain in a world where the CISS is at the same time.
Saturiņicīts>
Moment, and, too late,
Nothing can alter
Our kvēlumam, our pity
There is no longer relevant.
Saturiņicīts>
great peace
How cool is covered with sheets.
Saturiņicīts>
for each course - once somewhere into,
Green, lush turf over the deck. . .
Also, they have a home - a home life.
Saturiņicīts>
Art-of-peace.info Garīgās izaugsmes forums
Mājas lapa kurā vari pilnveidot savas garīgās prasmes, izpratni un sazināties ar saviem pavadoņiem vai eņģeļiem.
Mājas lapu ir izveidojuši cilvēki kuri spēj sazināties telepātiski ar Eņģeļiem, nākotnes cilvēkiem kā arī saviem pavadoņiem.
Ja vēlies piedalīties kādā no art-of-peace.info mājas lapas rīkotajiem semināriem droši piesakies :
Semināru saraksts
Droši vari arī apmeklēt forumu kurā vari dalīties pats vai arī lasīt citu cilvēku pieredzes :
Channelinga forums