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I found myself at winter In a far more different place I saw the lights and the fireplace And all the kids at play I heard the sound of their sweet laughter And it melted my heart inside I saw the food upon the table Along with the beer and wine And I saw my…
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Whisper to me Sweet nothings Let me hold you As you are sleeping Allow me to feel The warmth of your body. Lets seek to embrace And lay here in grace Lets look so deeply Into each others eyes And get lost in the moment For what we have is real And what is we…
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She glistens like the first snow of winter, Layers of perfection catching eyes, She has a soul of purest gold and much compassion, She is the most amazing woman you could ever know, She is as radiant and as colourful As a myriad of lights on any Christmas tree And she twinkles as if made…
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How does it feel to be left in the cold how does it feel growing old alone how does it feel well I guess you don’t care because at this stage in life, you are not there How does it feel, well you would not know and don’t think you are bothered you just keep…
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What’s your name What’s your gender What’s your race What’s your faith What’s your sexual orientation They want to pigeon hole and label you Then box you up and file you away Do not let these labels or people Define you in anyway Keep hold of your uniqueness And be individual in every way.
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Could she had loved him anymore Could she have let him into her heart more than she did Could she have tried to settle for less control Yes she could but the pain that she feels now Could have been so much worse And that’s why she was guarded And which is why she will…
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Our universe is ubiquitous Because it is a product of our conscious mind, Many people have switched off this understanding Preferring to believe in the illusory, Instead of seeing the truth of their conscious reality. The energy we are formed from is eternal, everlasting, The Buddhists understand this Which is why they don’t fear passing,…
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Travelling to her soul Was like a journey through the jungle Wading through the mango groves The swamps and undergrowth Hearing all the exotic noises Like a kookaburra cry And seeing all the amazing flowers As I was passing by It was a journey of adventure It was a journey so amazing And exotic trip…
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We rose up out the ruins Like a phoenix from the ashes With titanic intentions And an insatiable habit To create a better life And to construct a better time Using our new conscious and purified mind That was riven in the ruins But then cleansed in the fire Of what we learnt was out…
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Gathered leaves They blow around is if dancing Rustling, brown and crisp, Like wood nymphs at a reel or jig They signify that autumn has arrived And winter will soon be reprised Seasons come and go Before my eyes As I sit here watching leaves dance with such delight.
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