an ode to Roger Federer

He's a man: that's all. His large, chiseled face shows joy and sadness, strength and doubt, determination, occasionally even anger At his art, he was and is legendary: very true

Haunting in my shadow-light

You stand in shadow-light nothing yet a ghost to me Surely I had forgotten it the way he looked into me I can hardly remember the insignificant years stole from this innocent memory

My hard earned love (song)

Here, I am standing on the edge looking down at my creation feeling a gratitude to I don't know who with my fascination because I have made you mine for me now wishes trueley came

"cherryblossoms for ♥Sahib"

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Take My Hand

Darkness was within me, Darkness all about me, Darkness was my strength, Darkness was my joy. I was falling and did not know, I was falling and did not care, My soul polluted,

A Theory Of Music

It's said the blue whale has more perfect pitch than you or I can ever hope for, four octaves below middle C they croon in the shivering chambers of the deep blue sea
Cherry

Monsters 04: Session Two

You smile again, and this time, you don’t pick up the pad like you normally would. Instead, you lean forward and give me a new option.

Why the wind cries

I heard you, singing outside and whistling alone, whirring faster howling, turn to screaming like some superbike on an insane midnight ride, then suddenly quiet, whispering in clouds.

Tarnish

Feeling herself fall forward, she never screamed, never uttered a damned word

Getting On: Chapter 3

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