LIFE BEGINS AT…

  A new start, A new life Amid the shadows Of one already Lived, Years ago, A lifetime before, Before me, Before I, Before this person I’ve become While time has shifted And birthdays were counted And all the while The past Lingered, Called, Reminded me Of all I once left, So easily, So casually, […]

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FROM THE SILENCE

There is silence As if all the world is hiding As if every soul is sleeping As if every breath is breaking As if every person’s perishing In the silence There is silence As my eyes they drown in tears For the loss of days and years For the thoughts that became fears While the […]

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THE ROAD

  I, In the face of all That came before me, I, In the hope of all To be put before me, I, Accepting of the many times I’ve fallen, I, Rejoicing in the many times I’ve risen See, The future as an empty canvas Stretched before me, See, Now the wisdom in all the […]

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IN THE HEART

  I can pack a million boxes I can walk a million roads Cross a million seas But I cannot pack you In a box, Love is not for the keeping, Love winds its way Along roads unknown, Untraveled, unexpected, Love seeps like the sea From every box I place it in, No storage can […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 10, PORTUGAL, PEACE AND…

  Scene in Europe, Scene 10, Portugal, Peace and…    Henry spent the first two days of the Portugal leg of his trip in Lisbon, amid a wave of modern architecture in stark contrast with its older, neighbouring terracotta rooftops of charm and a sea of towering cranes best seen from the sleek cable-stayed Vasco […]

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ocean of dreams

It’s Sharing Sunday and today’s reblog is from J M Lysun who always captures the essence of truth in the shortest and most seductive of sentences. Enjoy…

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AT THE RISING SUN; Tunisia, Remembering Brighter Days

  Shandy shades of dust speckle the ground And gallant tones of green Dot the landscape From which the scent of olives ooze, Before mixing with the aromas of musk, Distant Morocco And the comical smell of buring tires. At dusk, I am driven by a blind taxi driver- Judging by his driving- Along a […]

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SCENE IN EUROPE, SCENE 9, ABERDEENSHIRE

Scene in Europe, Scene 9, Aberdeenshire, Roses and Thorns        Sophie and Marty were sitting across from an ancient dovecot, amid the topiary gardens of Craigievar Castle, on a hill in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, not far from the Queen’s summer retreat in Balmoral which they’d driven through earlier in the hope of a royal glimpse but […]

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