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When summer is at his highest and no hand has been given, I’m sad on the day when my way is unclear. When every step is confident but my heart breaks out in chaos when I see my old love passing by, given me a glimpse of a perfect love story when no hand has…
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The heart of a nomad, a new kind of love, a small breeze on a sunny day, no cloud to darken the day. Time to feel when a new kind of love fills your heart with gold were no tear has a place. You know it’s the heart of a nomad when day and night…
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history of my poems
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Her eyes half asleep with a little lip bite and a small smile easy on the eye, she is not your average flirt. Lips sweet and red as cherry wine waiting to tell a prose, the words coming from this lady, not your average story. No eyes ever so blue, a smile that brings new…
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Truth has been told when secrets have no tale, when the sound of reason has a voice, A sweet reply of thought aligned in heartache, although pain heavys the heart as the soul gets older. there remains a sweet laughter, when secrets have no tale to tell, and imagination seeks memories of never told stories.…
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Truth has been told when secrets have no tale, when the sound of reason has a voice, A sweet reply of thought aligned in heartache, although pain heavys the heart and oldens the soul, there remains a sweet laughter, when secrets have no tale to tell, and imagination seeks memories of never told stories. Drawn…
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Mysterious and beautiful Full of dreams Full of life She travels roads never travelled. Her smile disarming, she is a beauty on a drift. Mysterious and graceful walking from autumn to spring like a young deer in love. She walks like her shadow never passes. Mysterious and beautiful Dreams full of love Dreams of the…
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I have landed in the unknown, with a flood of emotions that hold my breath and keep me stiff in my body. The crossover from one life to the new. Pain becomes energy, the stiff body wants to move into the land of the overwhelming. Still with one foot in the old and known, afraid…
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Lying down on the grass between the pink petal daisies, feeling the night’s fog and the morning dew on my feet as I walk. Believing in things I can believe in as I fall asleep on a summer’s day in May, in the grass between the daisies. Lying down on the grass under the shadow…
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There among the masses she is standing firm and grounded, with the weight of the world on her shoulders. I wonder how the world looks like through her eyes, if she is seeing all the colours, is she trying to keep it together? There among the masses she stands enjoying the beauty of the coming…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 