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It won’t be the same, Christmas Without You. The table has an empty chair, the feeling of missing you, around the fireplace with the smell of smoke, roasted chestnuts and warm winter wine. Make me say a prayer for blessings, in the spirit of Christmas, I say a prayer with words I have never said…
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Only days away from winter, the leaves of autumn, still covering the ground. In a Mantle of fog, darkening days become long, when unwittingly cradled in the darkness. Memories of a forgotten past, breakout in tears, as the body gets numb, loosing empowerment within. Flickering out the stars above with every breath. As I’m looking…
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I got enchanted and mesmerized, by her majestic beauty. Retreated, to try to comprehend the experience, only to recognise a transmutation, evanescence, not an aberration. As a butterfly in it’s chrysalid stage, what seems as complicated, will simplify life and cut out any noisy clutter from the background. Every day half forgotten, half present in…
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Are we strong enough to not lose ourselves in each other? Will we walk together finding each other again and again, not losing are self, loving one another? How would your hand feel in mine? Are you holding me? I’m I holding you? Will we lift up the dreams you and I share? Will our…
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Such a familiar, home feeling in the arms of love. A moment sheltered from harm with a hand on my chest, marked by compassion. In the distance the moon shines and the stars are bright. One breath goes deep with relief. Nothing to offer but my heart, I will be remembered of the hand on…
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In a picture from the past, eyes glow of a vision for the future. In the sound of a song, words tell of a story, a name and a smile. In a midnight’s dream a broken heart, seeks conferred in the impossible. In the afternoon sun with a breeze from the east, I feel her,…
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We can see it on the surface, we can feel it deep inside, a love in are soul, that remembers and drifts on compassion. But as the ego plays tricks, thinking good comes with a price, a dual between dragons is one of fear and one of faith as we lose ourselves in duality. Thinking…
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I can’t see where I’m going next, I can only go step by step, fill my heart with wonder and joy. I leave the noise behind, treasure the moment of aloneness as I tread gently windward and let the past crumble. Mastering reassurance of my inner self, as I feel the beating of my heart…
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An old fashion song, a good time memory, to sing and dance back in time. A good time memory, of an old time song, I don’t care, I dance carefree, I am carefree, singing an old fashion song. An old fashion song, brings me back dancing barefoot, as the memory sings an old fashion song…
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East from home. With a twinkling in my feet, such a nice feeling, traveling home in the heart. Away from troubled water, into a smooth creek, along the path of life’s wonders. All shines on the hill under a glittering night, as you see through the smoking mist of trees and you feel the hearts…
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 