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Words words words are thundering
But what is it that they’re trying to tell me
what is it that they crave from me
Oh how I wished I knew
What they were whispering in my ears
But truth remains,
I don’t understand what they’re trying to say. Perhaps they weren't meant for me.
Every new beginning is special.
A challenge.
A new relation.
A new home.
A newborn.
A new year.
No one knows what new things bring.
Be kind, do good and pray.
A HAPPY and BLESSED year to all of you.
Always be grateful.
Always say “ thank You “
for the things you have
and the things you don’t have.
Be safe.




Shell✨🐚
In my dreams is that place.
Where we meet, you and me.
When I  arrive,
sweet moon of mine,
grey dream gets colour
and shine.
I put on high heels for you
so we can kiss at our moulin rouge.



Shell✨🐚
In love with the moon.
I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…

The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds

I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
  4h London Paris
Emma
Red poppies bow low,

heads bending in whispered pact,

soldiers in still ranks,

bleeding upon the soft earth,

awaiting the wind’s command—

battlefields of fleeting bloom.
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