Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to swim. Meanwhile, she also had…
Am I a poet? Who knows? Myself, as such, how could I see? Have I one clue of how to write sweet poetry? My tiny words, are nothing more than little tries to learn of whispers from my heart. More often I let my pen dance, fast and free, with no imposing rules, the only thread to follow, ~a wish to be~ of words images and memories, each longing to get caught, frozen, kept for a moment more. I have no idea if can get one smallest part, one tiny dot of those almost unconscious instinctual thoughts coming from between the worlds, still, am happy and content, for, all that matters, I have tried.)
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I wish not for any gold ruby or diamond! The only thing I want…
Wounds healer Original oasis of beauty Meaningful creator of bliss Adorably cute minder…
A Park A dove came to sit near to a lonely man.…
Ten thousand times a day To be gently touched Lost smiles of mine Searched, found, and made…
I am here as one sweet zero nothing stops a hollow heart.…
Lost kisses lost kisses With the wind may fly After finding him sleeping On his shoulder you lie…
And so I closed my eyes And for some minutes long a tear's being caught By eyelashes, blocked.…
I experience I am experienced I am the experience.…
We Humans, in our roots are taking pride And tell how own country is best at this or that Or how my family was great For whole neighborhood, village, or city.…
If you may find A missing piece Please, could it be send…
Story: One evening, they came home late Mom, cooking dinner in a speedy craze Asked: Help me to set the table, please? There comes her sweetheart:…
Why am I not happy? Because.. The sun's not up? But I have a choice: - enjoy the clouds!…
The mirror will never reflect the whole true us, but only one surface which is never the same,…
Coffin pounded nails Economy of air Survive, never complain! No wasting any air…
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