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When silence comes and only a memory of beauty is what left of a meeting between two blue eyes then I want to lighten that memory. Wishing karma will be gentle on me, Wishing I had a choice, Wishing I was playful. But there is always a reason for memory, there is always someone reminding…
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What would happen if you ware to read my thoughts, would you know it’s the story of a stranger, would you like what you are reading? What story would you like to read? Remember far from home a story changes, what if the story is different than your expectations, would you forgive me? It’s not…
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By one step forward, uninhibited and full of trust, slow but determined, when the weather god’s are smiling on the ground of a new path. Leaving what is no longer of truth, when the weight falls and the body can be free, the mind settles from restless thoughts. You’ll walk with no pain, you’ll walk…
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Dwelling in the sweet taste of yearning , when behind is the water of the daw falling. Thinking of the presious feelings you hold, when on the ground the water of the daw is running in the way of less resistance. Feeling an invite to remembering when breathing false out of part in it’s play.…
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In an opposing moral bound a tradition is making lips hungry to ask, she drinks from the heavenly pond a punishing act with a swift change in moral comes a response to hunger a dangerous play comes to stage, where no action can be taken but to drown in sorrow of a bad decision, when…
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She has no words to many when I see her smile. She has no words to many when I feel her give back magic. She has no words to many when she reminds me of a place I need to be. An enigma of a women with a closed smile and flair while walking, giving…
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A sudden act with no control losing your way, a straitforward expression with no careful thought, a powerful influence breaks bounds that never were pursued. You’ll be reminded of a memory of a place, you impose but forgot kindness. You make it a bitter experience and ignorantly you act in ways not true to yourself,…
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Between Past And Present, immortality of a story comes to be. When behind me is a path forgotten by time, when the future is vaild in mystery and the present is an invasion of emotion I’ll find a place where truth can be found and dreams can be persuade. Between past and present, immortality of…
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On this dark night, on a late summer day, a ghost has come to visit, to tell about a lost romance. My mind is telling me about the story of feelings, it seems silent in the restless heart when winds come with no direction, but I do see the story, I do see her and…
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A sudden heartbeat, fairies having a play in my body and giving smile with no reason. Closed eyes, somewhere bees are making sweet honey, somewhere stars are shining on a clear sky. More fairies having a play in my body a sudden heartbeat become stronger, joyful feelings starting to settle. Closed eyes, day dreams are…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 