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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…
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The Desire for the manifestation of dreams, dwells within my thoughts, when a path is lighted. When at night I hear the old stories of land and sea warming my heart. The long told tale of the wish to move and the fear of stillness, than a feeling of emptiness overwhelms me. The soul searching…
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The Desire for the manifestation of dreams, dwells within my thoughts, when a path is lighted. When at night I hear the old stories of land and sea warming my heart. The long told tale of the wish to move and the fear of stillness, than a feeling of emptiness overwhelms me. The soul searching…
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The weeping willow don’t break, it waves and bends to the winds,giving cover to the wings of the lakes. The waving willow curve to the winds, giving a ballet to the workers in spring. The weeping willow don’t break, it dances on the sound of the season, leaving the colour of change in the nest…
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The shadow within the mind, inspired by life’s ways, they are never a dark. The shadow within the mind, the ghost on the path of the traveller, a friend in darkness. The shadow within the mind, guiding the heart to the memory of love. The shadow within the mind, not the enemy of the spirit,…
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Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 