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Tua Essência

Fiquei surpreso quando você me parou, me chamou, me convidando para mostrar-me teu mundo. Me olhou bem no fundo, apresentando o íntimo da tua alma. Eu te achava bela, mas era como uma paisagem vista por uma fotografia. 102 more words

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The largest town on the west coast: Queenstown

The carpark where the Frenchman’s Cap track starts is only 55 kms from Queenstown on Tasmania’s west coast. Not far to travel. Should be quick to get there? 312 more words

Tarkine

The Everyday You

I’m in love with the every day you
hair pulled back
and green tennis shoes
blue jeans and tee shirt
under your nails – still – the dirt… 39 more words

Poetry

Haiku - 4

direful clouds roar in
storm rises – twisting swiftly
wind high and growling

Poetry

A Photograph: The Champion of the Wood

Surrounded
By the warm birch trees
In the cold.
I can tell it’s cold. —

The tall white birch trees
Stand like soldiers on guard 123 more words

Poetry

Recursion, Part Seven

Linda Arterford hated sweeping, something she was presently doing, and found herself doing often in recent days. One of the few things she hated more than sweeping was being angry at her dearest friend, something she was presently doing, and found herself doing often in recent days. 2,855 more words

Major Arcs

The Blanket

The blanket has been removed

stripped away

brutally

from my eyes

from my grasp 68 more words

Poetry