Category: Prosetry
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But there are no words soft heart…by G. Mramor
But there are no words soft heart
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That we shared a view of the world…by G. Mramor
That we shared a view of the world, and stay alone in our worlds, awaiting another, or just a shadow for a moment of hope, to join two dying to burn, and return us the world, for a moment to burn, as we once were, young and hurting, for love
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Would you come with me…by G. Mramor
Would you come with me
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I fell in for you…by G. Mramor
I fell in for you
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Unity of Existence – Vignette by P Chatelain
As I looked out over the thousands, I felt subtle and individual spirits. At a distance, a visage of indistinguishable beings with the same life energy as a mass of grass or cold ocean. They lined the horizon in multicolored specks of life. Thousands of consciousnesses, blurring together into one unity of existence. (and I still can’t…
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She was misplaced…by G. Mramor
She was misplaced, for the time of the heart she waited, through smiles she found a piece of peace, and when he came to her there was opening, a sliver of a night a vision of some time long afore and long after, when time was the force who brought one, where trees grew entwined…
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Rise child…by G. Mramor
Rise child
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But there is greatness hidden in this country…by G. Mramor
But there is greatness hidden in this country
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After one who sees your face…by G. Mramor
After one who sees your face
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Hidden in your country…by G. Mramor
Hidden in your country
