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A humourous take on what a ragpicker would think, if he found a book.
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Sometimes, when you connect the dots, it can seem cruel...
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Love is not always roses and wine.. especially when you're not the chosen one.
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He waited not for meAt the banks of the river,He brought not for meGarlands of scented flowers.He spoke not to meOf things great and small;He brought ..
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Sleep well, my baby, the night has come.the fragrance of jasmine fills the airwhile my heart makes up dreams for you.no, you will not be a princess-no..
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To the beat of a mazurka,I marched along,towards a sunset, towards a dream.With the smile of a baby,I marched along,One life ends, another begins.Dren..
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Random thoughts.Crinkling rainbows.Smoothing raindrops.Bent sunbeams.Curved rooftops.Purple trees.Orange dreams.Fluttering leaves.Cluttering seeds.Mag..
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Evening sun.Sometimes speaks a language you cannot understand. ..Is this the same sun that spoke to you?The same sun that framed people’s faces ..
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A Haiku for my thoughts! :)
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What really is motherhood?
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