Poetry
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Each Day
May each day bring each heart a brand new shining sun. Continue reading
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A Quiet Day
Today my heart is quiet. And it knows deeply that it has lived. Continue reading
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Asking Questions
It is not the darkness of others I fear. It is my own crimson need to mould the world into a shape that cannot possibly exist, or remain. Perfection is rigid, solid, stiff. Life is the ever flowing river of… Continue reading
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Sweet and Quiet
The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs. The essence of a strawberry. The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree. It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.… Continue reading
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Heaven on Earth
I am the the trees and the wind. Two melted into one: Body and soul travelling the pink lace road of heaven on earth. Continue reading
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Forgotten
So you’ve forgotten what it feels like to unfold yourself, to undress, her soul in your hands like the dream she was always meant to be for you. Continue reading
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A Great Land
I have lived in a great land beyond time, beyond name beyond here. Where the sun kissed my soul morning and night, and my days were surrounded by honey pink flowers and tangerine trees. Sometimes, I try to forget about… Continue reading
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Resistance
When the wind whispers into the bones of the trees, it is calling to say: ‘This is life as it is. And my breath will bend you the way that it does.’ Resistance is futile when you’re a tree. Continue reading
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