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A Walk Is A Great Idea…Chapter. 3.
...Probably, it was the endlessness of this path, that almost disappeared into the horizon, that captivated me, the most…
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A Walk Is A Great Idea…Chapter. 2.
I realized that I was the only passenger ogling at the empty belt, like all my world was about to arrive on this very cold, man made contraption, by some sheer magic…
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A Walk Is A Great Idea...
A walk in England is a pleasure…You can either lose yourself or you can discover yourself… a great experience, either way…
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A Walk Is A Great Idea...Chapter. 1.
The front window of Room 106 of The La Pergola Hotel overlooks this gorgeous sight, for as far as one can see.
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Denial
In the time is of the essence
We found our thoughts are swirling in a thousand vows endless
Truth less
hopeless
we couldn’t find what we this us beneath
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Strummin' My Pain, The Story So Far...
Dubai, UAE…I let myself out. She’ll never know what time I’d left…To be in a delirious state of mind is no excuse for me to have allowed the events to have arrived, where we did..
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Strummin' My Pain, Chapter. 3
An alloy of pure gold and platinum, straight from the mint, I said to myself. And we both smiled, grinned and soon it was a delightful laughter. …
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stand the coin on its edge
she has been waiting for the candle to burn with a bright flame
‘There you are,’ said a voice behind her.
she snuffed out a candle but a hope flamed in her -
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exist within the walls of reality
We were on the point of giving up
what’s the point of all this violence and racism?
what’s the point of all this boundaries and barriers?
at this point in time we just have to wait -
phantasmagoria
the wind blew through gaps at the top and bottom of the door
the life dragged on interminably
a bone of contention between heart and mind
have a bone to pick with life -
Patches Of Hope
nobody knows where gone love true
Summer was fading into autumn
glimpses of loneliness
nothing more to do
she’s having hope in her eyes
she was waiting for winter to melt into spring
