Hey brother, hey sister…

Hey brother, hey sister New year eve is coming and  another year shall be gone. A difficult year. I will drink alone, remembering old friends loss to war and kind mentors lost in… Continue reading

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Hell or high water..

Upstream You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made. You were my sun and I was the moon, so much to… Continue reading

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I saw the sun in your eyes

  I saw the sun in your eyes You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you.You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading

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I would steal time, if I could.

I would steal time, if I could for you… Once I believed I was invincible and today I know. All of us, can break into pieces, like the broken glass of time. If… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES – ĐÊM VÀ NHỮNG KHÚC RỜI (17)

Outstanding poetry. Please read. Deep and honest words shared.

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Poem: An Unexpected Arrival – 12/12/20

Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
An unexpected arrival,shrieks and joy to be had,family, friends and more,there’s not need to feel alone or bad. We sit and chat,I stand and…

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Never more, evermore or nothing more..

 Never more, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading

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SUBSISTIR

Originally posted on EROS Y PALABRAS by Pura María García:
FOTOGRAFÍA de Pura María García Hoy el tiempo me cierra los ojos. Nubes. Un vendaval deja a la deriva todos los…

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L’invito – The Invitation – Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Originally posted on Tavolozza di vita:
“L’invito” – di Oriah Mountain Dreamer (Tratto dal libro “L’invito” di Oriah Mountain Dreamer ) ————————- “Il mio invito, la sfida che vi lancio, è un viaggio…

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Just dancers

JUST  DANCERS We are walking on pins and needles. Once we spoke lover’s words. Now we are strangers, imprisons in self-made hell. Did we love? Do we hate? We tasted sweet, we tasted… Continue reading

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