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From a wishing well I thought of something I long to feel I thought of somewhere surreal I thought somehow there’s time to steal And thought of someone holding me safely still. From a wishing well I dream of a life for faith to define I dream of destiny’s summit to climb I dream of
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Here I am standing at every creation of a dream – a discovery in motion The season has once again changed – shifting and varying its existence The length of every stage triples the width of trials At every mounts of challenge – clutched a prayer With will – a hope is wielded to every
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The morning starts with anticipation and fear at the sound of the alarm The ring can be cast upon as ano excitement or a misery The tictoc echoing like enchantment and poison And there’s a voice within resounding to harmony and opposition. The hint of indecision bothers in every angle The lines of anxiety and…
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The silence has filled the dawn As emptiness inhabits the room There’s a hollow curtain of serenity And a thought sinks into nothingness I sensed a quiet grasp of contentment. In my solitude, I reviewed my thoughts Maybe there is something there I can find In my distinct bareness, I re-created my visions Maybe
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Dear God, There is so much to thank for. I am grateful for the joys, the extraordinary blessings of every moment. Thank you for all the wonderful miracles…the beautiful surprises of each day. So much has happened the past years and I am sure more are coming this year – the little trials
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Through the silhouette of my happy tears, I’ve walked the aisle of an enchanted dream, I see not the stars falling like a curtain of rain, Rather a dusk of wish from anyone but me coming true Today is my day…my very day with YOU. The trees brushed each crisp leaves, Reaching and swaying
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The call of the birds started to sound in resonance The croaks of the frogs across the lake hummed in unison The soft blow of the wind brushed a hymn of silence The trees bend and swayed with their arms enfold As the moon bade farewell to its rest The sun rose to its place
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The sun starts to rise to its glory The squirrels running towards the trees with nuts to bury As birds in choir hum their morning song Trees are dancing to the tune with branches swinging along I tapped my feet, snapped my fingers created lyrics to the song Come sing with me, and feel the
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Look up… See the vastness of the blue blanket Gaze at the cotton clouds form Search for the deep color of peace And wrap yourself around in velvet hue. Look on… The sun rises to its subtled peak The birds flock to reach and seek The wind blowing gently on your cheek And lull
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Shugo my Mom’s cat in Vienna
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