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CENIZAS

karta main pyar |by devashish koriya|dks

Caught Me Dreaming

Lessons

Luxurious Whispered Allure

Enchanted Sultry Whispers

Show You

sometimes we take red and try and turn it green

Red flags

halfway home

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my heart’s delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armed my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

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My melody to Blake’s words 
Instrumental and recording by Phil Marcs
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I see this as a kind of warning to seize the moment for something that seems important, and not let our fears persuade us to put it off for another time that may not return. However, there is more…

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Angel_(Songs_of_Experience)
Blake has had a distinct fascination with angels from a young age, as when he was around nine years old and walking through the countryside, he had a vision of a tree filled with angels...

Joseph Wicksteed interprets the poem as the angel initially representing a comforting presence that nourishes sadness. The speaker clings to this comfort, hiding her deeper desires behind the vale of tears. However, when the angel leaves due to the lack of genuine reciprocation, she is left feeling betrayed. Wicksteed defines this shift from sorrow to bitterness as a missed opportunity for authentic love, where both sadness and anger replace the deeper, emotional truth, and a moment where the two share a real connection is lost.

S. Foster Damon particularly focuses on the angel's symbolic role as a messenger from Eternity, or from the inner self. He states that angels in Blake's work are often connected to one's that are guiding virtue or inner force. This perspective makes the angel represent the speaker's better self or an inner calling she initially resists. When she eventually embraces the hardened identity and armor against emotion, the angel returns but finds the figure to be changed and emotionally closed. This someone is no longer able to receive the spiritual message or guidance it brings.

The Angel - William Blake (in song)

I took a step back, saw the path we lack

You were roses red, now the roots turned black

I spoke in fire, you just watched me crack

Thought we were built, turns out we were stack'd

You left in the night with a cold-word pact

No note, no fight—just a clean-cut tact

Now I sip my guilt in a smoky flat

With your ghost on loop in a jazz hi-hat

You said, “Never look back, baby, never like that”

But your voice still lingers like a knife in the back

I wear the blame like a faded old plaque

Said you were gone—but I feel the attack

Backtrack—every breath still calls your name

Flashback—in the dark, you feel the same

No map—just pain wrapped up in flame

Reviens, mon amour… nothing’s been the same

Backtrack—I’m lost in the echo game

Snapback—to a kiss I couldn’t tame

One crack—and the whole damn world went lame

Je t’ai aimé… now I drown in shame.

Backtrack-(Reviens)

karta main pyar |by devashish koriya|dks

Tameshwar Das Koriya

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