Lovely stupid things, rather beautifully painted, rather like flowers blossoming, onto a pedestal, showing lovely beauty with bright glitters... Shown by thine smiles, I love thee, for thine shall believe in God's messenger - Me, or someone. How did I paint - beauty was not exactly like what it was meant by this word: having a flower inside your heart, listening to how it progresses through ages, then the seeds would become a wonder.|
"My View of the World" - Sorry darlings, the things about the existence of the "fundamental values" are about to "view" the Universe through "3rd eyes," - which almost all here on Earth have, but lacking some way to explore this way. Please contact me if you are able to "view the dark side of your eyes" without trouble - another era of dawning wonder should behold both you and me here watching beauty. Read, or please, my poems, if you love to explore some areas inside both your "dark realm" of your dark corners inside "darkness room" sphere (meaning closing your eyes and watching the space in front of you only) and "the ultimate lovers dreaming day or nights." - which simply means your own very unique or common dreams.
Ethnicity: Han, Chinese
Status: White Messenger
Love: Poetry, Music, Viewing Wonder, Painting
Love for thee, my angels on "Earth"
Sorry, introducing some random things from "dimensional locations" probably would not serve your aims here, yet however, we could potentially develop some sort of "magical mind wave" through a sort of "rather mysterious" means. My current location is China.
White Angel Descends, Are You OK? Dear
- Jundu Wang, or Yinliang
See the stars high above, without distance? You
Forever, and ever, will not lose your love, or Lovers.
Saw starry presence, without seeing you, online?
I love thee, such that, thine shall not lose sight of Me.
Into your eyes, I shall descend, or make descend,
1000 troops of "Dearly Darlings In White Clothes"
For your enjoyment, or lover's deal, things gone wild.
Lovers love to cure, naked, sorrowful dearly tears,
Onto a table without sorry presence, yet "How was
It?" One might care enough to ask, without I hereby
Announcing to you, or your tears, "Why was I here?"
For eternity, I was watching, over thee, or sorrowful
Lonely planets, sorry as they are now, kill eternal love.
Things gone wilder yet still in survival mode, could
Potentially give some of us hopes or dreams, or?
Yet something else, still, things gone bad shall repair.
But, again, again, sorrows without aims will destroy
Something, or you, in truer needs than usual.
Love to kill, or see the stars up there watching you?
No planetary systems were not invented by no one,
Sorry the scientists, sorry the dreamers of the next
Generation - "How about you are all wrong in here?"
Without needs, one shall not survive, or love to survive.
Damned things gone bad, yet hopes still are now bright!
Hopers, dreamers, yet, "How are you doing recently?" -
"Does the hurt feeling from dreams heal or destroy?"
Now Heavenly skillful lovers, from realms unknowable,
Come to your house, or your "Mind Space," sorry darling,
Now without sorry tears, listen rather well - you are watched
Not in a rather hugely undesirable way, but in Heavenly ones.