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Day by day
Smiles grow wearisome
And the spark within
Fades and fades
Slowly I start to see the cold
And feel the dark!

I love cake and some chat
Watching the sun set like art
Singing love songs off key
Spending time with little money
Planning so much with friends –
To see the world from all ends;
These little things you see
Are all you...

There is a bird, on my window sill
The poor thing, has a broken wing
She can’t sing, she can’t dare fly
Look at her! Flatter, fall and fail
What would it take, to make her sail?
Will time offer her rest, and heal?
Or, have...

When you want someone,
Don’t be afraid to ask –
What do they want?
Or better yet –
Who do they want.

In his talk about The Surprising Habits of Original Thinkers, Adam Grant discusses the results of a research in which it was discovered that procrastinators tend to have more creative and...

Standing at a cliff’s edge
Far into the sea I see
The ancient breeze drawing close
Rippling the bare sea
Gently it stings my eyes
Swooshes over me with grace
With the sound of a howling wolf-
And the scent of salt and...

The longer it takes
My heart it bakes

This thing…

I see the days
I feel the nights

This thing…

As sure as the sky is blue
All my heart wants is you!

You made that night my best,
Under the shade of a leafless tree,
We stood out among the rest,
With sweet laughs of love,
Lovingly we strolled abreast,
The world we owned and ruled.
As lips tangled here and there
The shy...

Knocking at my mind’s door,
Slyly you ask to come in,
Often, we sleep all night
Often, we tangle 'til dawn
Sometimes I think you make me whole
Sometimes I think you kill me
Even when I wish you away
I can’t help but...

Saturday nights,
Always the big fight
A fight to say no
To the known;
And yes, to the unknown!

Ruby;
Like a sweet childhood song
I know you so well
But I still
Can’t get enough

Ruby,
Like the deep blue sea
I’ve seen you a thousand times
But you’re still
My favorite sight

Ruby,
Like the...

Isn’t it amazing,
That a burgeoning rose,
Or a magical sunset
Or a sweet song’s tune,
Or a full moon’s splendor –
Just the thought of sheer beauty:
Takes each of use –
With the certainty of a compass –
To just one...