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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…
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Vulnerable, standing in the meadow, separated from fantasy, I expect thunderclouds on a sunny day. For I have no crime to be guilty of and yet I feel undeserving of peace. My stress conditioned mind, only wants more of what it knows, it wants to be feed more stress. As I’m standing in the meadow,…
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you struggling to say something, as you body trembles for only a moment. Your body struggles to keep you gallantly standing, loosing ownership of word and act, foolishly laughing for stupidity is only a moment. Memories, fill life with picture frames, to share and remember. As we fear falling apart, we do, we rebuild our…
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She bowed with courtesy to her friend, a hand reaches out and everting changes. How to think, how to feel, how to see, nothing will ever be the same.Changes trough a bow of courtesy and hand reaching out. Both on an other tune dancing together, I’m yours, your mine, now dancing together on one tune,…
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No incantation to undo the mistakes of the past, only with the sage’s gift of time will this seed grow into consciousness. As she cast’s a spell of love into a distanced memory, to wander inside so long you need, till you hear the sirens song. Mistakes made, now lay in the memory of the…
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Just running, to be on the run, life becomes a flash light.you can’t feel big, you can’t feel small.You break the speed of loneliness, You break the speed of love, you break the sound of the soul. Run to be on the run,you mean not to feel sorrow, you mean to hide, you mean to…
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Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 