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A silent yearning echoes through a window of time when I feel you from my presence, as if I left and lost a part of me and what I love. To whom do I write? Only my heart knows when the twilight hours whisper secrets, of a dance between dusk and dawn as dreams drift…
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Misty morning dawns in the forest, a place where ancient oaks reign and magic lingers. Amidst the shadows stands a spirit, breaking free from fear’s grip. With courage and determination, she finds her voice and tells her tale of triumph over darkness. As the bard weaves her story, history comes to life and the echoes…
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Amidst the whispering winds of Orkney’s shores, I find myself entangled in a web of woes. Time, a relentless thief, has brought me here, Yet my soul remains shackled by fear. CPTSD, a thorn haunting my days, Weaving tendrils of terror in hurting ways. Though this land holds promise, serenity profound, I am but a…
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Today this Bard, has received news, that will translate in a story, for now the Bard, is reclaiming het strength, vitality and sanity, for this story is one for the books. The story of Aislinn, who reclaimed her power after her trauma, as she knows, it does not have to be a life sentence to…
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It was not planted, but on a balter winter’s day, I slid my wheels off the ferry on a stranger’s land, where I was not meant to be. The wrath of Orkney is one of stranded departures and arrivals, forcing the vagabond to stay a little longer. Just long enough to see the first flower…
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With one step bound to wander, stuck on the crossroads ahead, as memories of the past are one of holding hands, the feeling goes back to our last dance as I feel the memory. Numbness sets in, I’m trying not to feel the past, folding my hand in the icy snow and cradling myself on…
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A gentle breeze surrounds me on the the cliffs, together we hold hands, as the cycle of life, love’s the changing seasons, I open my hand and reach out for a gentle touch, as I get greeted by a ruthless display of wind and rain. I stand and surround myself with the beauty of the Isles,…
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Only fading stars in the sky tonight, as the moon cast’s a shadow on a smile. Teardrops fall, for what once was, for what the heart was singing yesterday weeps on a sunless day. Life is nothing more than one experience at a time, and painted in memory. But as their are only fading stars…
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Let it be my ego, to put beautiful Infront of whimsical, as I admit to be a stranger in an old and new life. As I hear voices say, ” what is she doing” I know from a distance there is no logic behind my movements, and I won’t ask anyone to understand, as I…
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A little real story, as music plays to guide me, the waiting game has me into contemplation, it’s the strangers that keep me grounded and became my friends. Here is me, lost, looking for Nessy, at the same time, wondering about the life I want to live, the life I dreamed off, and the life…
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Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 