Peace
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Just A Game
Is it worth these precious breaths? This fight, this blame, this game? Is it really so important? People die (people who are loved) and still we take for granted life. And we fight, and we blame in this game. It’s… Continue reading
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The Wind
Oh, but darling. The wind will take you, anyway. Ain’t no fighting the wind, darling. Ain’t no fighting the wind. Continue reading
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The Next Step
I have spent so much time searching for the next step, and yet the next step has always been taken. With no need to search. Continue reading
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Somewhere
Somewhere between the quiet and the haze, I go to sit for a while. Somewhere between the quiet and the haze. And you might ask me what I hope to find there. You might ask me if it’s true. That… Continue reading
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Sitting Up Here
Maybe I’m sitting in a tree, somewhere, looking down at it all. I’m sure my feet are dangling, and I’m probably whistling in harmony with the wind through the branches. What do I see when I look down at my… Continue reading
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Good Morning
Good morning, sun. And good morning to the girl who sits quietly and smiles, amused by it all. Continue reading
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Loveliness
Ah, the loveliness. There it is again. As smooth as the drifting river, as quiet as the song of a mother to the sky. Lovely loveliness. The sweetest of all the dreams. Continue reading
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Christmas Love Hearts
Dearest Bloggy friends, Merry day, to you all. Just taking a moment to send you all the love hearts (because I can’t seem to stop myself- and because love hearts are the best). To those of you struggling to make… Continue reading
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The Christmas Spirit
The Christmas spirit never dies. The Christmas spirit is forever and always, so why put it away? Do we not become our best selves whilst wrapped in the spirit of Christmas? Me thinks we do. And so it is I… Continue reading
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