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Keep writing like that,  and you might just make me fall in Love.

For Anthony's Wine: Hope, Flowers Kenneth, I learned things For our children. Along their journey, To dream. For a son, In our memory, Watering of flowers With our tears: he heard, - Deep experience, see What we hear, with a simple ear, Sand and storm wind - sounds like words Waiting for return Our experience belongs to all of us. We all hear our homeland and its participation I love this word: 'Hearken' "Do you hear this word as well?" Vivian, This word is Animated, moving For animals For hope I did, I did.

XOXO Child Letters: T1 "I would be derelict in my duties if I did not try to improve the system that everybody acknowledges is broken. ... I AM NOT KING. I can't do these things just by myself."      -- #BarackHusseinObama, #44 @ #forty-five, years & #onwordsy -- @ old, #oldstories @ #kings (new & old) @ 45 days, #dazeincraze @ #story #Tales "A KING almost Cry; to be written, ah, begs to be wrote into the papers of stories; of Tales. Myself, I love kings. Kings, are great, so great... Great! Great fiction, Great facts: for stories... For Stories-- Stories. While I so wish, I do so wish it-- wishes were not so: so now-- the Ki

The Red Wheel -- A liquid moon that drips from leaf to leaf; red cradle of the night, the stifling heat of September: Cities rotted to brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen. Death shaves the dead stick of night; I’m filled with the fading memory of those flowers. On this the coffin: lies. The half-stripped trees: Comforted. Again I reply to the triple winds and singing softly to myself: From a poet, whom I love, 'Lo, I am helpless!' But who am I…? I tried to put a bird in a cage: white as can be, with a purple mole, [its secret]; blue eyes- the wings’ wax-- --Gold against blue. She’s always hungry but .

Bitte, lass mich nicht allein mit meinen Gedanken, Lass mich nicht im chaotischen Karussell herumschleudern, Lass mich nicht in meinem Schädel herumirren, Bitte, bitte! lass mich nicht Dinge analysieren und besessen werden, Wandern, wundern, nachdenken und betrachten, Ich will raus! Mir wird schlecht! Es ist zu ruhig… Immer ist es viel zu ruhig... Bitte, lass mich nicht allein mit meinem Verstand, Lass mich nicht andauernd versuchen, die erstickende Stille zu ertränken Wenn ich derjenige bin, der in den Flutwellen ertrinkt, Verlass mich nicht, während ich versuche an die Oberfläche zu schwimmen Während der S

You are a soldier A warrior A survivor              You are the victor           On this forsaken battlefield                      That coincidentally,                                     happens to be inside your own head You have been fighting for so long        Too long      And it's wrong...                                        But I tell you,                                                              the end should be near                                 And when it's here,                                                 it'll be ok to rest your head,