Reflection
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In a box of skittles you seem to find the colours of the rainbow Amongst the colours each one have that special taste – acquired and not Each piece have a sense of smell and aroma may it be sour or sweet Each one of us will then pick first a favourite then the next
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There is that moment in silence you want to seize time There is that time in solitude you want to stop moving There is that chaos in your head when chance becomes an experience And that every chance it forms into a journey of life. In my life’s journey, I know I’ve made mistakes but
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One October day, someone gave me an old shoe box… something’s moving I wasn’t sure what the ocassion was but i was thankful for the gift…and curious As i slowly opened the cover… there i saw a stare Green eyes looking back… scared and questioning ‘Who are you? Where am I?’ At that moment, i
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When the snow fails to fall The celebration seem like a fleeting glance The festive season came to pass – glided and sailed away It felt like a distant memory of a yesterday’s dream. When the snow fails to fall The excitement of every game to play is hollow and distant The anticipation of waiting
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A foggy morning enveloped the skies above me Whilst walking along the streets of Christmas Market The quiet and empty spaces seem so enviting as roasted chesnuts start to fill the air A few people coming and going, checking and nosing around In every stand of little things and keepsakes up for last minute shopping.
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Remembering my Shadow
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The year is ending – it has been a rollercoaster ride. So much has happened – many have come and gone I can not fathom – some questions left unanswered and some has. Remembering, some were filled with dismay – the fear of losing, the pain of loss and the feeling of surrender. Days became
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Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my old familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear
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Feeling exhausted from the days that don’t seem to end From the beginning of work week there goes the endless task From when I start there is that hope for a good week From that moment there is that notion of counting hours and soon counting days. Reeling over the days as it slowly passes
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Choices, Chances and Changes 