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A gathering of echo’s, I can’t explain it but we carry-on, we keep loving.We will meet again, like ghost from the past, we dance on the memories of yesterday. Silver dust sprinkles the once we love, at the gathering of echo’s, on the memories we share. On sparkle of a day in the sun, the…
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I was on your side, even with the demons on the stage, no time to share our love, I was writing a letter but you didn’t read it. Now you are so far away, I don’t know how to send you the letter that was never opened. So I think about our last day together…
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Missy, dry your tears and straighten your crown, for a setback is only the gift of time. As redirection is for a better sight. As the heart sings, music plays, the words from his lips. An attractive stranger, sings the song of heart, his words full of charm. At night, with the moon, where the…
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Her emerald green eyes always laugh, Her smile is open, ears ready to listen. Compassion a natural instinct with no reason to outcome. One look to each other I smile to this Irish beauty, new and familiar. I cover my smile, as she holds me from an all consuming passion of lust, for she is an…
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Somewhere alone, traveling to meet new faces al with a story to tell. One temporary meeting leaves a life long impression. My mind says proceed with care but the heart knows no danger in the face of beauty with no boundary. The heart sets sail into the rough seas, holding on for my dear life…
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Through a sea of mist, I walk blind on the cliff where the water touches the rocks, clear is the sight where the humming of birds and stillness in the air meet. The ego falls away for a moment in deep breath. A bridge connects the soul to the conscious mind. Calm and gentle I…
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(1, Learning to trust) Abandoned in a new world where dreams only come when I cast myself the hero of my story. I step out of the shadow of who I think I am into I am, not hold back by what I once feared. On the journey of life, we travel many roads, not…
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With a heavy heart I walk away, as I dropped my memories and be reminded of past pleasures. My heart hungers for a kiss and hug and as the sun sets, I feel a stroke of warmth after rain. As she left only tears in my eyes, I hunger for arms reaching out. I can…
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In the waxing moon, I lost my world. She never stood in my way, she only hold my hand, learning to walk. Loving my from a mother’s heart, she prayed for my blessings and safety. Holding my hand watching me smile and dance, she loved me before I loved myself, in her arms always her…
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Gracefully she seers where the rose gardens great beauty fully flowers and where the white Lillie’s glow I see a face that I have seen before, pleasant and familiar. I bow to this mesmerising creature that fills my dreams. Soaring above the lake, resting under the the weeping willow. In the flow of her dance…
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Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 