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As such does the smile
Not knowing who wears it
The flowers will grow
To smile is from a nature point of view universal
When I was young
I was little
Could not see much further.

I could dream
Speculate,
And walk over branches.

Not everything went as I wanted
Things got a little strange sometimes.
But I would find different things
To grasp and adjust to them.

Danger was there always.

I looked at you in a gentle way
You had an open confident Smile
But I could not even hi say

Later we got to connect
In a very precious day.
Hard to find words to reflect.

That was funny we had to meet
A few years later
And it was really sweet

But I was younger
And saw things different.
Could not know how to keep
The best version.

I guess we don't know how to see
The best Things, the best way
So If I go back to the top of that tree
Where my childhood often sees
The best to come, a hope in me
I think I want to stay.
Definitely a nostalgic poem but I guess that you can see things bright now too. The power to dream is always here but

as grown ups we are living a script.
While before we could imagine and play

Are we the audience, the actors or the authors of our lives??
To all who follow
More than is needed,
To the one who heeds
The silent whispers
Trust with your heart.

Leave dusty roads
Where you often meet.
Take your own path
When crossroads greet.

And if you are lost
And secluded
Retreat
And rally
Back on your feet.
Resilience is never an easy task. There is a long long Journey to cross until you are free as a mountain, fresh as a wave, crossing the ocean, but the ride is worthy
To where my eyes travel
I see the old contemporary
But over the heels of history
Hills of mistery
Full of gravel.

That's hard to unravel
All this blurred atmosphere.

We can't chase after the sun
But we can meet over a dune,
Having soft strolls of fun
And kissing with lips attuned.

Are we getting so old,
That time is so bold
That can't jump of the beat?
In the winter of
My darkest sadness
A candle glows,
Tiny and so far away.
It gives the darkness
A focal point and I
Struggle my way towards it.

Another candle lights my way.
I don’t know where it came from
But it makes a fearful journey
So much easier to manage,
And I eventually will dance
On thistledown to
The music of the Skylarks
In a sun-filled, cloudless sky.
  ljm
Working to chase the blues away.
Hello
My little loving girl
Have you smelled the scent of roses today,
Around the borders of your house?!

They were made at God's atelier
table,
Hand crafted with magic hands

Have you noticed how well they have grown,
Upon on your walls shade
And happy for your water

Cherish the results
Of what you cared for
Little loving girl

Where you carry your love
is your happiness.
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