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Steal the sun

Steal the sun With gilded sincerity. Place it in your heart with silvery fingers. Touch lives with the same warmth. If you do not have money to decorate your life with precious artifacts, decorate life with precious deeds and meaningful

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Cobweb dance

HE loves me He keeps my tears at bay in a corner crystal ball and my heart in a field of molten flowers*. I want to loose the yarn Again he pours crimson dew on my weary tales whilst I

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Moon and Mine

“Who are you?” I asked. I am a piece of heaven that reveals the most to ones in love… They see the sea and the tiptoeing stars barely touching the milky lanes. Under constellations Their faces glitter with words released

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I am a forest

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. –Friederich Nietzsche I am a cloud, and a siege of tornadoes: but

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The moon

In the evening with my eyelashes I kill all the events of the day I choke perceptions and reveries green That could be real Pending dream. In the evening with my fingers I spin yarns For your sweet bedlams… “I’ll

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Undark

With you I have hovered Above the sea In storm I smelled the tropical dew Of winter flowers… I have seen clouds Dissolute like dreams Of perpetual summers… With you I stopped Breathing Over the color of a Rose. Red

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What is the sound of a feeling?

It is what you hear as vibe of Love like thunderstorms stripping the coat of your soul. You are undressed and protected when sounds propagate to create a garden of lilies touching the ravishing gold of water rippling with innocence and

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The moon and the sixpence

“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack

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Posted in Entrepreneurship, Invisible stories, Quote, Wordsmith

Trail away

Trail me away with questions and the weight of your love. Abyss is not yet invented Just seen in shadow moons… Cast me away with a thought replenishing with haze in mid mountain mornings… I carry feelings in my pockets

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To be in love

The Sea is a fickle lover One day sweet as honey dew The other bitter like sin… that makes you fall harder as if hit by a ton of bricks made of water glass Sincerity. It loves you back with

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