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With a peck character, more interested to be true to herself living by her own code. As a better woman she makes a better world, in her own peculiar way she offers kindness by acknowledging her individuality. With a kind of moral not offering a war outside herself, both elegant and and real, both strong…
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At Summer’s end a smile can put you to blame, like a Trojan war in the heart of the seeker. Nor blue or green eyes will tell you a secret, like a closed smile emotion remains hidden even in laughter. Eyes like diamonds take you into trance, a hysterical heartbeat makes the body tremble. But…
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In the land all shades of green, passion brands the soul of the dancer. I wonder shall I always be glad? Shall the dancer keep dancing, shall passion always be there? In the land all shades of green, the fairy queen is dancing in the summer sun, she is fearless and charming, looking upon those…
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Thoughts you tell yourself when the heart has no voice, a book covered in dust. Forgotten romance a unreal feeling of desire that leads to an old book covered in dust. No sweetness after a full moon dance filled with silver rain and rose petals, to get charmed by the fool. Forgotten romance a unreal…
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Winds are changing, maybe I’ll become something else if I’m not myself. Perspective on life is only what you think and what you’ve been learned, no blame to give if you let the winds blow to become something else, there is only the story you tell your self. What does it mean to be true…
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A Goodbye tells the end of a story, when magic is choked by fear and emotion let’s go of you, no real feeling comes to say hello. Only a inner voice that fools you to think not to feel the touch when emotion let’s you go, no magic will ever grow where fear feeds. A…
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Thoughts go the same and everything he sees is old. New friends, old traits. He’s luck is not he’s happiness. It’s only a fool that says work is done, when you look for perfection, in both heart and mind. When only a ghost can soothe a men’s desire for perfection, the men is still a…
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The magic of a sweet morning with the dew on the grass and the sun high on the horizon, the music of the birds flying to a new destination in search of adventure. You sens the aroma of the flower garden brought to you by a morning breeze giving a little wake-up, down in the…
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In the Sweet aroma of the rose garden veiled in a midsummer noon, comes a feeling of childhood wishes, to dream in search of a slumber day, you hear sounds whisper a song, the feeling of childhood wishes brings dreams back to life. The aroma of the rose garden brings old to new when thoughts…
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He sits and waits patiently, he knows why he waits. For his day is just beginning, for his day will bring fairness and beauty. He sits and waits patiently, for his heart never oldens on a day’s breadth, for at a day’s breadth a new wind will give way. He knows why he waits, for…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 