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A day with the elves in the tree where the passion flower gives a swing to the playful one’s, and the smell of roses become a memory for the future. Walking in the pink rain with the aroma of the jasmine, an invitation to a tea party where the angels sing. © Elke T.B. Stevens…
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No Hill or valley is giving peace, No sun or moon will dry your tears. On the mountain, you feel the winds and tears. You see that little creek wash away the sand on your feet feeling in warm breeze touching your skin. No Hill or valley is giving peace, No sun or moon will…
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Not to be paired apart in the shadow, no dark day follows your dreams on a path guided by trust, when your heart dreams of a paired soul, the shadow becomes a time of soft slumber and the heart becomes gentle. ©24/06/2018 Elke T.B. Stevens.
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Behind the veil, out of darkness, no rainbow can color the sky as silence after the drums a soft sound of time in perfection with no past to look back to, when daylight gives a hand on a hesitating step and courage is found in the spirit of the dream when every step becomes a…
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Behind the veil, out of darkness, no rainbow can colour the sky as silence after the drums a soft sound of time in perfection with no past to look back to when daylight gives a hand on a hesitating step and courage is found in the spirit of the dream when every step becomes a…
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Beyond the mists where dreams come to be silence lays a soft hand of solace, where voices tell a story of times to come and sounds become a singing song, time clears the sky to a colored rainbow where my fantasy is free and my soul feels silent a love story awaits a brave heart.…
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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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Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 