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A melody somewhere drifting carelessly towards the setting sun leaving behind her abode in the bow and strings where the violinist had tucked her away, forgotten Where then are the verses, I ask All the stories are yet to be spun for the love, she says, is frozen in the
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I am the wisp of the smoke That escapes from your lips in a whirl.. I am the ripple of the stream You touch me and I dance away in a whorl.. I am the dream you see with eyes tightly shut I play with your mind And die when
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Mine is the song of the wilderness The ecstatic dance of the untethered Pity not my caged existence True, Many lands I can no longer tread But my spirit remains unfettered by doubt and fear I am present and infinite as Time There is nothing to wait for, nothing to
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What need have I for a princess’s jewels When I have a frangipani perched on my fingers? What need have I to swathe myself in velvet and cashmere When my skin is singed like sienna and burnished by the sun, And within it my heart is sheltered? What need
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Keep calm and carry on When the world around you crumbles Wrap your cloak around you a little tighter And stride across the shambles For the world has many a way of Sorting itself out and once again standing tall So you do your bit as you march on ahead
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What the Gods in our home get up to when they think no one's looking ;)
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I am just an imagination, A respite from the present's realm, Far away from this day's heartaches, I seek shelter in tomorrow's shattered dreams. Wandering through time and space I am on a tricksy tightrope walk, Imagination morphing into memory One step in the