time
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When the world begins again I remember dreams of springtimes past blossoming in every petal, bright and shiny in the morning of forgotten past regret. I cry as the rain begins to fall. Gentle though the spring rain glistens, I remember. I turn away as the last flower rears its head, and to it give…
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Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Knospen sprangen, Da ist in meinem Herzen Die Liebe aufgegangen. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Vögel sangen, Da hab ich ihr gestanden Mein Sehnen und Verlangen. [In the lovely month of May, When all the buds were blooming, That is when in my heart Love welled up. In…
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Silent, at the river stands a man, watching, eyes cast down to the rushing water. Hours pass, and he waits hands clasped in lonely supplication. As the sun sets he turns his gaze slowly upward and the sky darkens. The breeze settles and the treetops bow almost imperceptibly. One leaf falls as a teardrop in…
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In a kingdom in the north there stands a solitary knight. He sits atop his horse high on a hill. He keeps one hand on his blade, always prepared to fight. For his king, a foe he’d swiftly kill. His free hand gently strokes the long mane of his brindle steed. A teardrop forms so…
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Time goes this way and that and always with a springy step. Forward is one way now and another the next, thoughts unfurling, turning backward without warning. Waves break and rise and break again until at last all voices are silent in the chilly death of one last winter, the sand washed away to reveal…