Category: sweet stories
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A poem: Moonshine
She went to bed that nightWith the moonlight kissing her softlyWishing for her mind to feel a little lighter in the morningDreaming for her soul to be freer by sunrise She fell asleep that nightWith sparkles of insight looming at the surfaceHoping to remember the following dayWhat it felt like to surrender She lets the…
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a letter to the year 2020
I was everywhere. I was. I was at that place where you were afraid. Fear suddenly had a name. I was in that place where worry and doubt were battling. I visited the place where relief is born. I also came across a place where I felt hope. And saw light. It was like in…
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a poem: our beach maison
those past dreams of orange leaves blowing in the wind they bring back childhood memories when nothing had a beginning nor an end the salty air from the sea waving composing the most flawless liaison sweet and bitter, salty and sweet is the feeling flowing in, out and around of our beach maison …
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sunset notions
Every time I watch the sunset, I think to myself “what a beautiful finish” – in what a beautiful way nature finishes the day off, setting our moods to give way to a peaceful night. It’s such a freeing feeling to acknowledge that however the day has been so far, you still have the freedom…
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a poem: The way you look tonight
Tonight, I see you in all your glory I see your helping hand Your gentle touch Tonight, I see you in the brightest light I see the compassionate look in your meaningful eyes Your caring moves Tonight, I see your sweet soul The one you try to hide sometimes Your beautiful heart that you try…
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a poem: sailing back
I pack my bags I put on my coat I close the door behind me There is no thing left to touch There are no eyes to look into There will be no more reason left to stay Except Time after time I do look back Time after time I open the door Time after…
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a story about a girl and a boy
On a two-lane road they used to ride side by side, when some day the lanes were divided. They continued their journeys separately. It was okay for a while as they had always shared their cars with somebody else any way. It was okay, before she started to miss what they had. Time after time…
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London Winter Wonder Flakes
This beautiful, vibrant city. I’ve been there a dozen times and yet it never seizes to show me something new. When travelling to London, I know what awaits me: vivid life of the masses with individual sparks of color within the crowds. The energy is astonishing and stays with you for a good while thereafter.…
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a poem: why wouldn’t I?
I’m like an open notebook with Japanese cherry blossoms painted across both pages When you gently run your fingers over the blossoms Drawing circles as you go They might soon come off the pages Landing gracefully onto your hand You need to make them feel at home Make for them to nestle cozily into your…
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searching for love, the romantic way
Lately, I’ve come to realize… We try and hold on to the mysterious ways instead of falling for the easy, for the right-before-eyes, grab-and-go-happily-ever-after. I am referring to the romantic hearts out there who — in their everyday lives — make an effort to add glittery sparks and excitement. Chasing for a fantasy, going after…