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14 years
When Autumn blows, when Winter snows, when Summer slows, when Spring plants grow, I remember you. You were my seasons, and I was content, to let you be my reason, for taking the next breath. Years have turned, some dreams have burned, and I have learned, some memories do not return. Each tiny part that…
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A Poem for a Friend of my Friend
Somewhere, in what others would call her fall from grace, she found her freedom. That choice was hers, what others decide to remember, is theirs. The Universe calls us home, and each of us will fall, from here to there, and become more. Look to the light, believe in love, remember in kindness. Somewhere, in…
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Spring has Sprung
Oh, Spring has sprung, the sun does shine, but I’m stuck inside, and doing time. I’ve got “the bug”, in throat and head, and backache’s forced me out of bed. I long to sit out in the sun, looking at it’s not enough, but I know that if I move, I’ll stir up this hacking…
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Rhythm of a Rhyme
I haven’t written much, in such a long, long time, I am not sure that I remember, how to craft a rhyme. Is it the rhythm of the words, that lulls your brain to sleep, that allows the nonesense that I write, to not cause you to weep? It’s like a swaying dance, a dangle…
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What lies beneath
Here are a few shots of paintings, mostly ones that that didn’t make it on their true colours or whole design, but cropped and inverted they shine … (there’s probably a lesson it that somewhere!)
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“On this Day” Repost – Size 20
Yeah, you know I love this little “On This Day” thing on FB, and today it gave me this one from 3 years ago. Here is the link to the original post. It was great to read some of the nice comments left, and downright weird to read my responses – sometimes I just don’t…
Ceenoa
happiness in the small moments
Ceenoa 
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