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For my heart lost a song, a wee birdy sings a tune for my feet, when a pixie finds my smile in the kiss of a lost love. When the mist clears the strand of the magic land, a pixie smile takes me to say word from my heart. Dancing on the land of magic…
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When an angel is crying a dove is born with no wings to fly, as music will stop at the heartbeat of death, this angel will walk among the friends of the past. No love will ever fail to be a once side as music will be playing again and the dove will learn to…
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An unfamiliar feeling, like a restless sea, sweeping the sands from the strands, waiting for the tide to clean the remaining’s of last night’s storm, so soft white sand can shine under the full moon after time. Still unsure of tomorrow, I’ll allow my self to be surprised along the way. ©Elke T.B. Stevens 08/2019
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The heart dreams of romance in a time still to learn. A glance into the past tells of a time where the road bends away from home. Where a courageous heart knows no fear of failure trusting new beginnings. As heart dreams of the absence of fear to be free to love and dream. When…
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The morning sun brings wandering to the heart, on the shores dreams finds a tender heart. Where life brings back the open heart, peace will be found in the the wandering of the heart, sadness will fill the eyes before the morning sun will dray the tears of a restless night. When wandering in the…
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My hands are writing the words, but my lips never spoke. My heart wants to tell, the world from my lips but they are taken by the pen. My soul is taken over me by the fairy dust of song, when a song sings at night during the full moon. My heart feels the dust…
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My Fantasyland, tender, passionate, loving and caring for a land is new and my heart is home. Where the child and soul made a day of magic that brings a new dawn of hope and love for all how seek. Magic land of fantasy where the ocean meets the sea, the land is green and…
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On a broken morning, lost in life I’m sprinkled with pixie dust. When I’ve been given the key to a hearts mystery I feel old on a sunbathing day. Here I allow darkness to cover the sun when the rain feels heavy on a young soul. A kiss from soul to soul, a heart lost…
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How does one of my poems come to be? A question that has been asked to many times to ignore. What motiveets me to write a specific kind? For starters, every poems Has his own story, background, time, feeling, emotion, place …… Sometimes I get triggered and I write about thing that happened years ago…
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Beautiful girl with no words, so mysterius now that your gone I wander even more. Out in the world she is on her own, no siple mistake, when she is waring the close of last night adventure. But I wane know, all whats gone wrong and well. Beautiful girl, all the things you didn’t say…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 