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My stories

If I sang

If I sang I think I would sing of unpolluted rivers and of long forgotten natives, all their peacefulness and good interaction with the earth. I would sing of long lost truths

Martha

The house in Jericho, where all the white roses embraced around the window panes, while from the inside wafts of baking stirred and laughter rose and fell into the night.

Spirit

You search a world that is nowhere but deep within, constantly flowing.. With time disappears the exterior. Where once had been places and houses, now have risen clear visions of thought
Cherry

Lost Relations

patterns of life transmute...

The patient owl

The moon lazily emerges ambling the skies, when birds are still one with the night nesting in black filigree treetops, hidden from the preying owl, who by now is fully awake,

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