This is the seventh part of my 'thank you' feature, in response to all my lovely friends and watchers who were so kind to me on my birthday, February 2oth. Thanks for all the love, people! You guys are the best! !!!

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My best friend the bearOne cold morning I came across his place of rest
and carefully approached him,
he was deep asleep,
dreaming perhaps a spring or summer dream,
I was cold and in need of rest,
so I contemplated laying next to him,
taking a risk.
He seemed so warm and comfortable...
I move one step closer to him
then flattered my wings back,
startled... When he started to wake up.
Slowly beginning to turn from left to right,
even after that, I knew that here
I had to stay the night.
I looked around his lair for a warm place to sleep
but there was nothing not even one dry leaf,
so with the dilemma of a broken wing and a winter storm in the air,
I took my chances with a bear.
I lay by his ears
so if he ever grow restless
and about to wake up
I would sing him back
into his dream land,
and hope he would stay there.
I was so tired and lost,
my mission endangered,
I almost lost hope.
If I could not fly soon to the Great Hall
and rep

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October Full MoonYour blood-red fruit in the sky let my soul flow,
You draw me slowly to yearning distances,
And while the crows’ croaks echo on foggy fields,
I travel to the stars, full of nostalgia.
The wind in the willows whistles with sorrowful flute tune,
And while I follow you to the destinations of our dreams,
I cast a glance at the scenery full of fruits.
From the depth of the earth, song and whisper raise.
Our love was already gone before it began.
I could only search but I never found you.
The sand of the hourglass vanished between our hands,
I had to get over the unavoidable farewell.
The gossamers of past dreams
Cover my thoughts like a web.
They make the brown-colored leafless trees shake
As well as my walk.
October full moon, take me with you on the journey.
Help me to fly to the other side of summer.
In a magical, eternal way
You and I will walk together under the fresh green leaves. Evening SkyYour last breath,
So cold,
So powerless,
You lie in my arms!
The colour of your life,
So red,
Runs through my hands,
Which gave you so much love,
Touched you to give,
To feel!
My lips tremble,
But they remain silent,
Boundless failure,
The world sinks in pain!
In me slowly burns
Your paradise to dust!
The ashes of your life,
The clear crystal of my soul,
So gently covered,
As the evening sky,
Hugs my loneliness!
Birds of night,
Glide on silent wings,
Through the land of my dreams,
In which they take my heart
And carry it
Over the abyss of my life!
There they tear it apart,
In thousands of pieces so small,
Raining down on my life
In my darkness!
I see through my silent tears,
Which blur the beautiful moon
In the evening sky,
I see how I cry red tears!
They dip the moon
In a silent red!
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my grief.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my love.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of your life.
Just for you …
I cry the colour of my pain.
J Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I arrive!
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a Four ElementsFour angels hold the Earth into the light.
They look at us. We do not see them.
I sit in the middle and I feel myself small.
They look at me, sublime and subtle.
The wind blows from the East, the fire from the South.
From West the water flows, from North the earth glows.
Four elements, surrounded by light –
God sends love; we do not feel it.
Angels are wise; Angels are quiet.
I can only hear them if I really want to.
They love and protect the Earth so much.
Also us, God’s children – billions and more.
We are like one being – from above, from far.
The soul of humanity wears a golden gown.
For God we are joy – we carry His light.
He sees us as a whole when He talks to us.
One has ardor, another one takes it easy;
You are close to the water, a rock resembles me.
We are not good/evil, we are energy.
We balance in universal harmony.
Four angels hold the Earth into the light.
They look at us. We do not call them.
Start calling them. They are at hand immediately.