We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
What war does, is not so modern now, a new thing, something else then a gun, the bloody weapons, and so on and so on, has lost the imagination, as gold turns to silver and dust to ashes upon the valley, it settles where people once thrived, and spoke with songs, and stars in their eyes. I longed to walk on the trail into the hidden village and find a mystery leading me to a wild woman dressed in feather deep in thought, to catch her attention, then weep for no reason, happens sometimes when we realize more is there then assumed, and she smiles.
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I live with grace I am an ethical person I have realistic expectations I don't let creeps into my life I dream about a better w...
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As love shines it's flashes Wrippling through space As a form of purity Points forwards Destiny Or the river ride if you are un...
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A loving heart be so blue Into the the river lands Golden light was in your eyes Can the heart be busy hiding Wash it away Can a ...
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In this universe there are wood peckers And doll houses for those who seek Place beyond this place and time Perhaps together ...