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Our hands are a deep well. A dancing embrace where #duets have a place, & where love exists. Where light cradles morning dew in ancient pursui..

Writers paint pictures, paintings demand words, a circle of creation, our mother of imagination, we've seen the worst in us, the dust accumul..

I come from brunt down music, where Al.Green, soul, love and happiness, when there was nothing but empty bellies, dreams fragile, broken like g..

The older I get, the further I sit away from the hate these days, the old f*****g ways, the world has to change, remove the stain, acknowl..

There is no colony without a #queen, servant and sentry, loyalty her demand, fruitful is the land as she reigns, ...sweet... if the ends d..

Who knows why colors were made, where they come from, why we need to see them...it seems as if life has no need for them, it is a gift of the ..

I remember correctly.. it was only you, always you, before me, you, my bird song before the morn, your skin kissed by the Gods, your smi..

Am I your hero? you were mine, feels like ages ago, but love is infinite, even if time gave me just a little time with you, I was of few w..

I took them off, like old work clothes with global stains, I may have been bias, my best in artistry, sharing things I thought about, a..

They left the room, distracted by screens and the important neeed to be there, wishful thinking from the older generation, the next will n..