Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
All I wanted was to sing,
Yet singing seemed to run away from me.
But I kept on chasing it,
With every crack, I grew stronger, not ashamed.
I kept pursuing my dream,
And new opportunities always arose.
I was so young,
A young Cameroonian,
Born into humble beginnings.
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Once upon a time in a world of make believe
There lived a little girl very young and so naive
In her world, there were no tears no broken hearts to mend
For she believed that fairy-tales all had a happy end
As she grew she always dreamed that one day she would meet
A young and handsome prince who would sweep her off her feet
Then one day her prince arrived and got down on one knee
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Mysterious and majestic mountains, mellow as gold,
At the sun soaked summits, sweeping clouds enfold,
Basking in brilliant beauty, beneath a boundless blue,
Welcoming willing wonder, while ages wandered by you.
Picturesque, predominant, and so pleasingly permanent,
Enormous, exotic, exhilarating, exalted time testament!
Inspiring imaginative, impassioned, illimitable dreams,
Like the lovely lazy ones, of moonlit lustrous gleams.
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I will not let the weight
of old winds bend
your wings any longer.
You will soar, not for escape,
but for discovery.
We will carve the sky
into new stories,
where no shadow lingers,
and no voice drags you back.
Your flight is not borrowed—
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SPIRALS AND SMOKE ( Song )
Earth vibrates spirals and smoke
Making cool blue diamonds
with my splintered bygones
I absorb your racy lacy ecstasy
Through my autumnal death
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In dreams,
I drift through time
unbound by hours or memory.
In the past,
I dreamt about the future-
shapes of light
that had not yet cast shadows.
Now,in my dreams,
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In the warmth of a sunlit day,
We walk through the whispers of time,
With hearts that beat in sync,
And eyes that hold a universe of dreams.
Each moment, a fragile breath,
Filling the air with hopes and fears,
We find beauty in the shadows,
And comfort in silence’s soft embrace.
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In mijn hoofd groeien steden zonder straten,
waar muren ademen en deuren fluisteren.
Tijd buigt zich om gedachten,
nacht en dag wisselen zonder reden.
Ik loop over wolken die naar beneden vallen,
raak bomen aan die spreken in talen
die ik niet ken.
Gezichten verschijnen en verdwijnen
zonder namen,zonder verleden.
Niets is logisch,alles voelt echt.
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