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Love gives no instructions, Some of it is a dry desert, Some of it is a spell cast long ago, Some of it is a unstoppable fire. With no instruction, no book will be given to a wedding ring, for only a heart knows that yesterdays smile was an experience. Six weeks I have been…
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A lip bite that I can’t control, a small weakness in the body, a faster breath, a heart beat slow and fast. The soft sounds I hear when I here her speak in the distance, making me feel like a flower petal a float. Music fills my body by the smiling of perfection when Warm…
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A soul bound to one world, A heart bound to one truth, A family bound to one land. I’ll sail the sea to follow the wind and navigate with my heart. For I can slumber no more as my soul wishes to make my heart drum. The sail is set, the stream awaits, the stars…
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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…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 