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"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."
I feel your wonderful eyes.

He was a greating glider
Knowledgeable, nice and
Sweet. Had a nasty divorce
Flooded with ***** accusations
Nailed and tortured by himself
For the things he wouldnt do..
He was clean.

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Tears within us turn to ice. And they should burst.
I've never cried over you.
I don't know you.

Perhaps. I did.
Once upon a time.
For real.

He is a quick thinker
A worrior with an ancient
Soul and a progressive
Hardness.

A Black pearl.
Shelly aboard
in disguise.

Soft as a kitten
is his heart.
I love him.

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"Let love rule"
Rise and shine.
A perpetual creation.

Monsoons and many moons
Have passed like a metaphor
Core. A divine traveler.
A colourful world
It is.

He reads thankfully
Astonished.

And humms songs
Of devotion. And he
Writes perfectly.

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Harvest moon
He loves modern music and dancing.
He writes.

He dreams about another tattoo
across his heart. We share air.

She was touched
Today. And there
Were sparks sizzling
through.

One long frozen
Moment. Reaching
The most intimate
Awareness.

Not uncharging the potential.
There was a simple question:
"How did you spend the day?"

"With the beautiful artist
In bloom. Drawing."

Shyness. And the
Realization.

He glows.

I see so much wisdom and beauty in your words.
They touch my heart deeply my Awesome Friends.
Each and every one of you are very special indeed.
I pray that True Joy shall overwhelm each of you.
That your words reach out to the right people here.
Minstering as well as heraling them deep within.
Thus being an Blewssing to you for your obedience.
For each of you have an story that needs to be told.
That needs vto reach the right people as well.

when will be it okay for me just to let out every thing that hits me all over my body leaving the words and every thing like a fishing net holding it all on me. i am stronger that i know i can show but don't know when to show you my Russian deep blue eyes leaving me out in the middle of a war zone with people just dying.
i really don't know how to tell you when my tears will start to flow when you make me lay on you lap.  i thought true love would n ever leave an impression on you.
you make my lay my head on your lap telling me every thing that went wrong will become true with no tears left to fall. you make my world turn upside down with no more fear or pain left to feel.

Moonlight; just enough to illuminate the silhouettes creating the forest -
just enough to help the sky glow; a black ocean freckled with stars, so modest.
With tiny chimes in the distant wind of the flickering trees
signalling the beat of pure white galloping hooves heard over the silent breeze.
A myth? Perhaps. Or, more believably, the strength of the woodland?
She casts a playful spell upon us all with her charm easily, as if planned.
Wild and free, full of purity and innocence; she brings excitement  
and is a reminder to never grow up but stay full of enchantment.