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Like silent raindrops falling
reflections, shown in tears.
The agonies and sorrows;
a picture painted clear.
Each one tells a story
in, such a way
compassionately, as to make you feel
what words could never say.
Watch them slowly falling.
Listen, with your eyes;
to the pictures, painted before you.
See them come alive.
So very colorfully dancing;
in full detail
one, by one...
On and on,
you can't escape.
The story is never done.
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Literature
Your friendship is and was a miracle to me!
My dear friends!
Recently, a friend of mine here asked me,
What are the characteristics of a good friend?
And I introduced you all!
My good friends here,
They helped me!
To get back on my feet after an injury I had and to go back to normal life.
I was badly injured five years ago while skiing,
I was injured in the neck, and on the back, left leg and my left hand.
And I had to stay in bed all day long.
I was in bed with my laptop on my stomach
With one hand,
I was browsing the internet and I got acquainted with Deviant Art website.
And here I started making animation.
It was hard to make animation with one hand because my other hand was inj
Literature
end the madness
only in the moon shadow
will one find relief
step down from yourself
you silent speaking gods
in the air above
the music is nothing
in the children ear
from the east to the west
finding the right cord
to pluck will be my
safety net for now
I will escape your grip
on me forever
your chains will fall
your end is near
and then you will see
oh flying spirt guide
take me away from it all
end this madness
and set me free
Literature
You will, surely, come!
Autumn, Autumn, Autumn....
The road was long!
There were trees alll around the sides of the road
With yellow, orange, purple and red leaves,
I was on the road to see you,
Because you were waiting for me at the end of the road,
And I, with passion, moved on.
The wind was cold, harsh and heavy,
And it made tears came down my eyes!
I held the hat with my hand firmly against the wind,
The trees were shaking tremendously,
And the leaves were scattered in the air,
I was still moving forward with eagerness.
My hands were cold cold!
The sound of the wind was like the howling of a wolf,
But I was not afraid, because you were waiting for me at the en
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All are treasures, great poem from your good old days..!!
I really wanted to see your book of poetry..!! Amazing dear Linda
I really wanted to see your book of poetry..!! Amazing dear Linda