Vast inkinesss.
A dark place.
I wish I could drift through space.
I love that idea
A place of silence.
A place of peace.
A place that holds every place.
I love that idea.
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They say life , a pleasant gift,
Ask yourself what it brings to you,
A lots of pain , and a lots of burns,
A pinch of joy in between your life shifts
You make love with the one you choose,
Ask yourself what they bring to you,
A few marks on your body, & a bit of joy,
Is it the only thing you don't want to loose ?
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The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
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My dear lover,
Yes, we have met, but not how you thought as in the coffee shops with that cup of cappuccino with a heart on top
We met in those dark dreams where I was lost, and as you entered with light, I couldn't stop myself but, hop...
Yes, we do share a lot of things, maybe not the chocolate icecream that I relish every Sunday at the corner shop but, the sorrows and joys that we earn in the day and for any details, I 'just' don't like to crop...
Yes, we are the perfect couple, not like the ones who throw majestic parties and possess the best intimacy,
We are prefect in way we see each other, never stopping each other how we want to be and I know, you think I'm crazy!!
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I dream to fly high,
Within and far away in the sky ;
Far away from the web of lies,
In the beautiful land where one never cries ;
My imagination soars so mighty,
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Down the driveway and along the sidewalk
Fallen leaves whisper underfoot of a teetering post-toddler
Through the front yard and over the fence
Laughter of the leaves grows louder under velcroed shoes
Up a tree and over the great stone wall
Crunches and snaps and crackles in twigs under bunny eared sneakers
A long trail long silent
A railway lingering in disuse
The new conductor’s symphony of nature has covered over the tracks of the predecessor
The Railroad never known in its operation to a child who has only lived so long
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Let me tuck a flower—
A pretty accessory, to your hair.
As a best friend, as a lover,
Let me spoil you with my care.
Let's have late-night walks,
And visit the park nearby.
Let me make you laugh,
And hug you tightly when you cry.
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Ik sluit mijn ogen
en de muren verdwijnen.
De kamer wordt een bos,
de stilte een rivier.
Alles wat vast lijkt,
begint te bewegen.
In verbeelding
kan een steen zingen,
kan de lucht smaken naar honing,
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One thought crossed my mind out of blue,
What if someday my imagination came true?
The beautiful world I've created in my mind,
The old school love, beautiful and kind.
Not the emojis of love but the love letters written by heart,
Connecting the hearts who live apart.
The handmade gifts, thoughtful and sweet,
Given to eachother when they meet.
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Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
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Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
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