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Falling star, from life, out of death,
falling stars, from life, an origin past,
a star falls, from life, from its own today,
falls a star, from life, from the old far away.
Peace and love
make sparkling life,
behind a thundering night
spark of white light,
you and I become
what we can see beyond
stars and bright shining eyes.
I give my voice to God,
I'm dead. And yet…
I live again,
I stand before you.
Don't you see me?
In the light of the moon.
I sit and speak out,
it feels so different.
As I rock back and forth,
I stand and speak wisely
but make no sound.
Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land
death by the color
Mine was here to,
you knew how careful
i loved you
In the morning spread
my cheeks white-red
And i laughed
at the end,
where i stand
Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.
winnie the poem Nov 2024
Through my thoughts,
floating... away from everyone,
where no one can disturb,
lives my soul that God will guard.
That which makes me myself,
forever loved in my heart.
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