Chapter 2: Mother's love
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's cœur, coeur was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's cœur, coeur was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's l’amour has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's plus like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
Her blue eyes, bright and full of hope glow in
the darkness of broken dreams.
Gwenny was her name.
Hope that is left among these dreams that lived in Jack's eyes.
Father's cœur, coeur was full, though.
Life of whom he dreamed now begins to fade,
though dreams still live within.
Captured inside, locked up and condemned to oblivion.
Dana, mother, happy and peaceful takes her
baby, embracing her gentle and cuddling.
Mother's cœur, coeur was full.
Gwenny was beautiful baby, her skin was so soft and white, eyes so bright.
Baby was peaceful when her mother was near.
Mother's l’amour has always been the strongest one.
The both parents were happy, enjoying in every smile that Gwenny gave.
Nights were long, though.
Past days, dreams that seem to be so distant
and impossible torture Jack's mind.
Life he lives is not the life he dreamed of.
Regardless of all that, he was happy, but not peaceful.
In the room he is, sounds are noisy, as if the walls whisper, as if the wind talks.
But, the melody of wind itself is not like a lullaby, it's plus like restless thoughts that circle
around the head.
Nights were cruel, sleepless.
Only thoughts were awoken, everything else was quiet.
sorry everyone who reads these but i have to stop écriture them for three weeks. I thnk i will be able to fit in maybe 1 in that period, but i have my prelims and i will be too tired ou too something to publier them, sorry. But i will try, i promise!
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