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The winds are howling while the rain knocks on the window wiping the sand of yesterday’s bliss. While thought go in rounds at the upper small room you feel the house breath and talk. The knocking of the winds and rain make you hope a late night visitor will knock on the door and give…
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The returning of a fool, full with thoughtless action, to cherish every experience, always one step behind, always with one step in the next. A fool’s motivation brings action into manifestation, at night he sleeps with no questions, at the days dawning he feels blessed for a new day is full of action to be…
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A touch, a tear of fulfilment, a deep breath of relief. Desire forms to destiny when the cold is not longer the air we breathe. Uncertain about the next day, about what will be, my feelings, your feelings, uncertain maybe, but loved every day. Your fulfilment is my destiny, your touch is the gift to…
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There among the crowd, one with a delightful smile, a mysterious woman, imagination gives her wings. The delighfull taste of her lips spilling desire on mine. The brilliant blue in her eyes, invites you to be hypnotised. Her seductive walk will make you follow her to a night full of sweet thoughtless action. How delighfull…
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When twilight comes to bring a new dawning on time of a loving thought, the storm settles and the mist clears the ground. A soft sunburst comes true to the morning fog and the sea air brings a deep breath of hope on a sandy strand. The stars in the far distance, the guide on…
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In an imaginary world I see you next to me, holding my hand. Out with friends, having a good time hoping to see you when I turn my head, wishing you were here. In an imaginary world I would not need to look for you, not need to fear a meeting, not knowing how I…
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Life, a precious gift, a constant journey or a life long home. Every day something to look forward to or to cry for. Today life is cruel, today I’ll have a cry. Today they have taken a loving soul to a new home. But we are still here, dazed and confused that time is as…
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How do I get understanding in confusion, if I never lived in this life? I wonder who’s hand holds my experience, when I feel the influence of my thoughts going in retreat with distraction. Seeking experience, hoping I’m a generous person, blindly moving in one direction. Seeking a little awareness in confusion, thinking all defenses…
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I want to live on my own, I want to feel free in my tears happy and sad. I want no questions when I’m happy with no reason, I want to dance freely. But we do say stop crying when we don’t know what someone is experiencing or clueless about the reason. Leaving a tear…
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To close the day, after walls crumble to ruin, a house empty, no sound to echo the past. Fantasy of future hearts and a mastered smile seeking stars in others. To close the day, after leaving the old grounds for the green valleys, the echo of the future is but a soft whisper, the fantasy…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 