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OBLIVION – foureyesonly
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Don't look but see. November 5, 2015. November 5, 2015. Let time unfold the greatest mystery. For two hearts to find each other. I LOVE CLAUDIA GRAY! Posted from WordPress for Android. LEARN FOR FREE: earn something new. Randomthoughts #1 – what if. 2 thoughts on “ OBLIVION. November 5, 2015 at 11:04 am. Simple…brief yet it has so much. Liked by 1 person. November 5, 2015 at 11:07 am. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Lovers under the Moon – Aston kamunde
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January 20, 2016. Lovers under the Moon. The night is half full but expectant with promises,. Shadows seem to ebb and flow,. As the sky is covered by the intricate wheelwork of the stars,. The night quiet like an abandoned church. The moonwalkers lay in hush under the spell,. The moon covering them with silvered winkling light,. Their hungry presence poised against each other,. The still air hanging deep with expectations. Their hot blood flow with blind passion,. Unaware of their very own mortality,.
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Cold Whispers – Aston kamunde
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January 22, 2016. Alert and wide eyed as an owl,. Weary of the sunny but cold day,. My gaze sharp, as a broken bottle,. To the strange symbols of that blazes with meaning. Strange sounds engulf my ears with a touch of quality,. Those that turn my eyes hot and grainy,. Exhaustion seem to dull my imagination,. As it drifts to memories that demands an audience. All the trees around me are spilled with a currency of shadows,. My hopes of discovering the meaning expiring slowly,. Posted in nature poetry.
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A Touch of Silence – Aston kamunde
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January 9, 2016. January 9, 2016. A Touch of Silence. This new day brings me gifts,. It brings with it wonderful surprises,. They are blind faith of words without a heart,. Those that are not obvious to my searching eyes. Silence is a universal impulse often untested,. A gift that reaches the unreachable,. It harbors the sounds of freedom that lets me be,. Because the unheard ones are always sweeter. I have to listen to the soft whispers of the wind,. The whispers that carry all the secrets and wisdom,.