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Here is the playground Little Hermes wants to play.

Come Come beautiful Let's play again Like we did when we were children You went away beautiful But you are still here

Why did you go girl You dried my eyes.

Let's play a game Named poetry The eyes shine Hands are restless Let's play a game Made of pieces of soul.

Waters are stirred. I do not know what is going on now? I try and see it from many angles. But I am unable to get out my feeling. Un-clarity of yo..

Persistence, gripping, Holding on to our will; That is what has kept us around for millions of years; This is why we are here this day. Because ..

The water ...The air ...The light …Delight states of trance. …So I want to be today. …As being in this space, …A wit..

Giving up on your inner impulse! Letting the word you would have said in the silent. Feels like biting up your teeth. Chewing them. As you sense t..

love it so much, I like to do it without stopping ...I feel I want it! I am lost in this deep, Mysterious, Dark forest of mind, Full of magic s..

Your face haunts me How can death touch beautiful things.