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Wading rivers
reflecting mountaintops
night songs
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I feel a cradling within,
The warmness of...
Should I dare to mention this?
The warmness of your va-va-va...
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I pray this comes to you,
With a warmness in your heart...
For me that has started.
...
Now all I can encompass is
within the width of my hands.
I miss the colours of the seasons
and the force of nature's will.
...
First of all,
I'd like to say this...
I have nothing against,
Those who prefer cheese dip...
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Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension
Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,
Or marking the texture of its living bark,
A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
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'Weeping and wailing, care and other sorrow,
I have enough, on even and on morrow,'
Quoth the Merchant, 'and so have other mo',
That wedded be; I trow* that it be so;
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
(Latin: Remember that you shall die)
(An examination of the pointless vanity)
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Geoffrey Chaucer, The Merchant's Tale (A Minimalist Translation)
1245 Once there was dwelling in Lombardy
1246 A worthy knight, that born was of Pavia,
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Sunlight is coming from my window and now I feel the air coming
through.
The feeling from the warmness is getting to me, yeah I feel the summer breeze.
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When I look into your eyes
I feel like I dove
Into the deepest point on Earth
Where I found the greatest treasures
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As children, we would say our forevers
Beneath the sun; cradled by its warmness.
Each child is as another to a child;
Rank or station does not thwart endeavours
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Close your eyes carefully while take a deep breathe slowly..
Put your soul into nothing,
Then..Listen..
Listen to the rhytm of the fallin' rain..
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If I could ever borrow from the sun
Some of its warmness, energy and shine
I’d give them to you
Just to show you all the things that I would do
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Love is like rain..
you never know when you fall..
Love is pain..
is it all the same?
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The season of drowsiness clouds over,
Making all the jobs go slower.
The warmness of the sun has gone,
And the ritual of winter shows its thorns.
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9/31/03
I remember, while watching you coming over me
I already feel the warmness of your heart as I
Long for you, you asked me but I’m speechless
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Oh Star! Where are you?
Sun is glazing
I am waiting below sky
I have opened my palm
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Ducks are on swiming spree in afternoon
With downing heads intermittent upon the watery surface
And survey the flapping wings with fortitude..
They will count soon the feathers saved for the day
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Feels like I'm a flower
When I was blossoming
You plucked me
Kept me with all your warmness
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People are guarding their bodies
with eyes open underlying their anxieties
For the sufferings preconceived in silence.
Faiths concrete while in cradles moving
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Hey yall, I have a new Comforter. I'm so excited. My new Comforter is soft, warms my soul and adds brightness to my life. And this new Comforter is different than what I'm used to, because I'm filled with such a warmth I've never felt before, much better than any sherpa, plush or down, any pillow or teddy bear. I am so blessed, grateful and thankful to have this Comforter. I find such a calmness and a sense of peace with my Comforter, and when I am under my Comforter, I know I am loved and protected just by the warmness felt.
Well actually, my Comforter isn't new, my vision of my Comforter is new, because truth be told, my Comforter has been here all the while.
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By Anna Polibina-Polansky. Springtime *** Another spring season is on. No matter how many humans are counted away. Quibbles by Beckett are about, but common sense reigns. I watch unfamiliar faces outside, but old ties appear and rule your Universe. Verbal motives are implorable. Meters are impeccable. Stanzas gently, mildly occur. What is yet on, out of prior plots? Warmness trades dandelions and first camomiles. Tulips disappear in haze of early May. Emotions are rippened and still, forgotten. The juicy grass keeps me bewaring new subjects. Fresh lines of events aren't too welcomed. The wintry strokes fade, the seashore appeals to most secret sensations. Planes, trains, grains of new emotions or, rather, impressions. I prefer new locations, but reminding the survived ones. I am a hidden mariner within my own ego. I am demanded where I don't prefer to be. It is this way all along. Reposing, oblivion and memories are the best. I share my recollections with few of folks, as the alternating reality is habitual here. Changes come up each day, and they are substantial, numerous, multiplying. Details are even more astonishing, frightening, appearing in intricate hipes. Sharp remembrances rule the world; only faces gradually come out of their contours, thaw away in imperious haze. Haughty riddles, arrogant labirynths. My emotions are peers for the springtime. They pretend to be kids. It's high time I had kids.
2022.
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Every word you confide in me, every wonderful and terrible moment you share with me, melts me inside.
You let yourself be vulnerable with me and trust me beyond my comprehension.
I never imagined I would truly find a woman who I would want to spend so much time with, who could truly touch my life the way you have, even without trying. I look forward to many more special moments together. When I see you, I see our future. I never knew how joyous life could be until I saw your face. My heart leaps like a hummingbird in flight every time I see you. And it is you that inspires it. When I think about you and our rich conversations, I feel a warmness inside.
I cannot hide my smiles, even when we are apart.
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Inside Melton who has made,
These overcoats and jackets,
As winter has come after autumn,
To make life smooth,
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Floating in the distance,
Clear and clean and crisp
Solace comes to comfort,
Takes the tears away.
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