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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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Gazing upon the night sky, thinking back, feeling back, running away, running back, to where the love was, to where the love is. As I connect, I fear to be brave, to take a step, to be seen, to expect to be seen, to show who I am. Frightened yet exited, to take a step…
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Just trust, that you are at your place, trust the journey you are on. As you follow the stream, and light, you remember the road less traveled is your path, you don’t resist it, it does not resist you. And as every obstacle becomes a little story to tell, an experience to learn from, random…
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The dawn break’s, when anxiety changes into excitement, when the soul dreams of new land to be discovered, the heart weeps for it has to leave behind, On a journey that has to be taken, for the call is one of magic and adventure. Mysterieus is the land beyond my sight, but in my vision,…
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Like a violin screams, a guitar weeps, life is a song without words, lived between the lines. The unspoken dot’s, that stay in the mind, and felt in the heart. Far away across the seas, is a life lived, and in a desperate attempt, chasing peace in adventure, I left behind dreams from the past.…
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To intense, when I live by passion, as I want to cherish and love what’s present in the moment. With a wish of no expectations, but as eye gaze away from me, that yesterday still adored me, I wished the moment would not end. But to no surprise, as the eyes turned away in the…
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Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 