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Sunday Afternoon

Enjoying a sunny day in our backyard.

Cotton candy clouds Above a sea of blue umbrellas Ripples dance across the water Specks of sand shine in the sun Fish fall prey to loons and gulls But outsmart the fishing rods Couples walk, and children play While music fills the humid air Afternoon bree...

Anew As One

A forest spirit reborn of love.

The dryad sleeps in slender stems, and new green leaves. Born of two souls mingled, the dryad dreams. One died for love of the land and a friend. One passed in her dotage, but was content in the end. Xantwilla’s soul lingered where her charred stump remai...

Dancin’ the bluesIs a complicated business;First, you focus on the rhythm,Then you try to feelHow your partner moves,Fumbling to sway with his groove:Most of all, you strain to blend withAll the glory ofThat music,In three or four pressurised minutes,When...

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Blissful Distractions

Perception is the key to happiness.

The damp discolored leaves pile themselves onto the earth below their previous home. Unable to handle the torture bestowed upon them. The cold kills the weak. The last of the rain throws itself onto the pavement, building in size. It plans to overwhelm th...

Every minute I think of you my loveLight of my life and sweet joy of my days,In you, I have found my true heart’s desire,Zenith of my ambition and my goal,All my life has led me to this moment.Before I found you my life was emptyEven the glories of nature...

The time will come for me to draw my final breath,A day which yet my faint hearted soul would deny,The day when I will have to take my last goodbye,To face alone the dreaded moment of my death,But in the midst of doubt a flame of hope burns bright, That b...

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Release yourself into the winds,Allow yourself to spin widdershins. No better time to be alive,Allow the best to yet arrive. There is no fate, no destiny,Don't cast your lots, sing out, be free. Your sails unfurl and move you outTo serve your dreams, to d...

Come, lady, no more delay, it is time for love,And I am waiting, hot with expectant desireTo begin that sweet voyage of explorationThat leads to paradise, as we fly to the starsIn mutual embrace, daily cares forgottenIn the exquisite ecstasy of married bl...

To Love ...Is to share the good and the bad,the joy and the sorrow,sad days and the glad;To Love ...Is to give again,to please and to pamper,such joy it will bring;To Love ...is to forgivethe large and the small,instead of recall;To Love ...Is to lose som...

Color me red and color me greenColors of the season for someAgree or not, just get what I meanSymbols are just that to more than oneSnowflakes, bells, crosses and crechesMeaning to some but not to othersHoliday/Christmas lights, parties and dressesFriends...

The Nurses. Chapter 3

Six yars on and how times are changing

Berlin. April 9th, 1939     Katarina yawned and stretched out her arms. Although today was Sunday, she had to work at the hospital. She checked the clock beside her bed. Five O' Clock.   Her shift began at seven so she threw back the covers and sat up, tu...