Sunday
Car wash
Cemetery
Flowers for the dead.
Side by side
Our loved ones lie
Sleeping in their bed.
Back to Life
Coffee in a bar
Feeling like a foreigner.
Happy people
A birthday party,
and a deejay in a corner.
A poem dedicated to all of you, who are still alive, and value it. Have a great week!
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Sind wir alleine? (Are we alone?)
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Have a great Sunday, my friends!
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As cute as she may seem, this little one is quite well acquainted with darkness. She blends with the shadows and becomes one with the night; all that remains is a sigh, a whisper, and the faint pulse of a beating heart.
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No matter how short or long your journey through time is; you can be sure that there's light at the end of it. Keep that in mind, dear fellow traveler, and aim towards the light, always!
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An empty room. The golden hour, and the scent of stillness, mixed with the breath of the flowers in the garden, seeping in through the cracks in the ancient doors.
No one there, yet one can almost feel the presence of someone, or something, in the room. Voices and memories from the past cling tenaciously to the old walls and curtains. It's just another afternoon in the Centennial, that peculiar, silent majesty.
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The toy rocket launch pad is real to the mind of a child. The wish to reach for the stars in ingrained in all of us from a very early age. I bet those brave men who took us to the moon never stopped being children to begin with.
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