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Miercurea fara cuvinte….Eyes….

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Nadia Wicker….Miercurea fara cuvinte…

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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I’m nobody! Who are you?….

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson

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The danger of the thin line….

Sometimes you want to go or see the other side..

Explore….

To break on through to the otherside…..

Be aware…

There can be temptation…

promises…hope….

But…many times you do not see through the virtual masks..

the danger..the destruction of feelings, emotions and relationships…

It is a thin line….

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Miercurea fara cuvinte…..Memories of sadness…..

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Memories of the waves….

Sometimes I miss the sun rising and setting over the carribean sea

Soft warm white sand between my toes

Azure blue waters , clear warm , colors vibrating ,soft ripples of waves

The warm sun , the light cool breeze over the island

the steeldrum band playing, the coconuts fresh off the tree

Sometimes I miss the full moon over the atlantic ocean

house high waves rolling and crashing on the beach and the cliffs

water spraying spraying like a fountain

huge vibrations thundering through the rock beneath

the smell so fresh and full of freedom

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GODS……. :-)

“In ancient times cats were worshipped as Gods, they have not forgotten this.”

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My Angel….

She’s My Angel
She’s that smile that I need when I’ve had a crummy day.
She’s that rainbow of color when my world has turned gray.
She’s that shoulder I need when I’m up against the ropes.
She’s the one that I turn to when I need that ray of hope.

She’s the candle’s flicker in a room otherwise dark.
She’s lit my soul on fire for her from the very start.
She’s the one I feel at peace with when I’m laying in her arms.
She’s the one who captivates me with all her witty charm.

She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.

She’s not perfect, but to me she’s pretty close.
She’s quick to give an attitude adjustment right when I need it the most.
She’s that star in the sky that is shinning brighter than the rest.
She’s that one ounce of encouragement I need to do my very best.

She’s the one who knows me better than anyone else ever could.
She’s the one who loves me even more than she probably should.
She’s got a way of touching my heart like nobody else knows.
She’s the woman I love from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.

She’s a red sports car, in the summer, running ninety.
She’s forever the one I always want beside me.
She’s all the words I do not say because the words do not come fast enough.
She’s soft, sweet, kind, and sincere, but at times can be very tough.

She’s the most expensive, most precious, priceless work of art.
She’s the one, I swear, I’ll never let go of until death do us part.
She’s absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, my angel from above.
She’s the reason I write this poem to try and express my love.

She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.

by K Gossett

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Miercurea fara cuvinte..What happens at night in a bookstore…

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A life lit….

Electric Love

When I was down
An angel came to me
And she touched me inside
That woman set me free
Turned on the light
So I could see
That there was fire inside
And I could feel the heat

She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love

Ooo, electric love
There ain’t no medicine
That makes me fly
Like when I’m with my sweet woman
She keeps me so satisfied
And if we had no money
We’d still get by
And if the world should stop turnin’
Our love would be alive

She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Look out

She’s got the power, she’s gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love

Whoa yeah
She gets me high, so high
Ooo yeah, she makes the stars shine
Burning all the time
That woman’s got electric love

Electric love
Electric love
She’s got the fire
She’s got the fire
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love

Cinderella

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