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Spring in Berlin

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with the flow against the flow a wisp of wind in the shrubs I'm waiting in the days on the other side - Antonia Gubser -

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Breaking through the wandering clouds the white light being spread from above Giving me chills and making me want to sit there, all night the full moon in all it's glory, is calling to me, untill the morning waiting for some attention, the wolves howl blistering my thoughts, the full moon's reflection in my eyes feeling a distant sense of animality disturbing my routine with insanity wondering where I stand, Looking in a lake, the full moon reflected in my hand - Yannick Hermans -

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Gently the wind touches the naked trees, as a pianist touches his piano. Playfullnes of the divine order of things is enjoyed, by all who´s heart is beating as one. And as such she calls for more onenes of heart, mind and soul -Ruerd Visser -

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Close encounters of the third kind

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The black hole

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Feuerwehr - Zufahrt

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In a room long left vacant, he sits at the window looking out, cobwebs adorn the room like Christmas decorations. The window glass dirty from neglect. In his reverie he hears the joy now past, sounds of fun and laughter. Long gone but not forgotten. A movement in the corner of his eye, a glimpse of a reflection in the window pane, but he learnt long ago not to focus on them as they would vanish. Darkness falls and the moon rises over the garden and casts it glow on her face, she has returned to him again this evening to bestow her smile on him, her lips move, no sound, but words perfect, fall upon his ears. Without him turning she stands beside him, slips her hand in his, just to let him know. - Robert Green -

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Empty chairs sit ... waiting silently alone ... shared warmth eludes them. - Christine A Kysely -

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There are silences born of stillness; others that are discovered when something snaps: a cloud, a stick, a thought. (A life) . Some voluntary. Some enforced. That boat on the horizon makes no sound though it cuts the sea in two. - Brian Taylor -

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men, umbrella and an exibition

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sun worship

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We shall take the form of park benches, embezzling beneath the cherry blossom quenched in woodland sparks. 'in loving memory', sleeps our mesmerizing love, that we held sub rosa, under the nose of the pertruding reeds that read the most secret thoughts and parts. as park benches, we live on longer than jealous eternity that burns and yearns in our oak soaked smoke, we live on longer, a gentle scent to the passerby. - Eddie Frelford-

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Spring has returned. The earth is like a child that knows poems. - Rainer Maria Rilke -

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There are more silences now than ever in my life a universal peace that rips me into a thousand pieces each part is suddenly renamed ... - Sharrif Simmons -

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Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. - Pablo Neruda -

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|| The lake house ||

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|| And when one feels, it's almost like one transcends. ||

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|| singing with the wind at each dawn. ||

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|| the total span of treble sense in a plain of barren stile ||

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|| the tree of life ||

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The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea. - Ernest Hemingway -

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|| shadowland ||

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The story of the old man who lives under the tree.

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wake up ... wake up ... wake up ... wake up ... 😳

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