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I'm just visiting, if I find the courage to be fully present, perhaps then I might then find a home or allow my wings to open. For now, I am just ..
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Night owl, night owl flying high;
with wisdom of both heart and mind.
What now of hope, and what of fear?
Which path will guide the way?
Here ..
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The waves rise and fall and whilst the floating driftwood reminds me of ships past long ago I float aimlessly.
The current carries me through desolat..
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Song
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Song/Hymn
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Long country walks
Quiet happy thoughts
A cool summers breeze
Watching blue tits, in the trees
What will we do on a quiet afternoon when all this ..
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Here we are again,
I made your aquantance some time ago, though you could never be bothered to write,
You promised me a letter to update me on the..
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The door creaks as I enter,
I stand in silence gazing,
With each breath she draws, my heart skips a beat.
Her eye lids flicker,
I watch her fing..
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Some poems are pretty, painting a picture of the landscape with bright colours, and gentle blooms.
Some poems are sensitive, using gentle words and..
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Like an electric storm, red and blue spot lights strike the sky, painting the landscape with electricity.
My skin begins to prickle, tension builds a..
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