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Story Of The Footloose

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The Gravity of a Dream

Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of … More

letter, love, mother, motherhood, nature, photography, poem, poetry, story

Evening Gold and Midnight Blue

I am a shadow. Cast aside by the setting sun. It is a golden evening. I am the shadow in this golden … More

color, evening, longing, love, night, passion, photography, poetry, writing

A Night and a Morning

Dear Friend of my Heart, I have been washed so innocently by the morning light, that I feel like saying … More

letter, love, lyric, music, nature, night, photography, poetry, song

Can I have you

Can I have you Can I have you Can I take your heart, but not forever Can I catch your … More

guitar, indie, love, lyric, melancholy, music, poem, poetry, song

Night Whisperer

It’s past the midnight hour and it’s as quiet as nights sometimes are. When there is no one around to … More

love, lyric, music, night, poem, poetry, soft, song, whisper

They say feelings lie; song of loneliness

I don’t think I’ll go through the door to the place where we can be found. They say feelings lie … More

love, lyric, melancholy, music, poem, poetry, sadness, song

that one time it rained…

laughing in the rain, our skin glows, and the laughter glows, and the puddles only this afternoon there were none … More

desire, love, poem, poetry, rain, romance, sensual

Swinging

swinging… a summer afternoon, sweating and smiling, we are oblivious… come over for a tea, I have saved some Jasmine … More

absurd, afternoon, guitar, love, music, photography, song, summer

Desire my Darling

  I don’t understand this place. The madness softly subsides… what am I left feeling instead… abandonment. It is as … More

desire, love, lyric, Moon, muse, music, photography, poem, poetry, song

evening: low again

fragile, the strands that you pull out of my hands and dance, carefree as if all you needed was this … More

evening, love, melancholy, photography, poetry, sad, writing

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