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The sea is blue,

The port is small,

I think of you,

I hear you call;

The sky is wide,

The wind is warm,

Please be my guide,

I mean no harm;

The streets are calm,

Large slabs of stone,

Heart in my palm,

I roam alone.

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Home is where the heart is, home is where love resides,

Home is when we were young, home is when we have kids,

Home knows no preference, home knows no hate, no sides,

Home is where we are free, where no one things forbids,

Home is where we’re happy, where no one is hiding,

For home is our mother, always love providing,

Home is our inner self, who we are at our core,

Home is where we’re at peace, where no man is warring,

Home is where we’re living, which we sometimes ignore,

Home is our precious Earth and we should be caring!

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Oh can you see? I ask,

But that is not my meaning.

Oh can you understand

What I am going through?

For it should be your task

When you see me pleading,

For me, to take a stand

And to protect too, true?

Don’t wait until the mask

That I have been wearing

Ends up back in my hand.

For you will not construe

Until you see me bask

While others are bleeding,

The meaning I have planned…

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For ages we stood tall and proud,

On land, at sea and in the sky,

All of nature to humans bowed

But never did it satisfy.

So one day Man wondered how far

He could soar up in the heavens,

Above even the highest star?

Sadly, his sins, nothing leavens…

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Might you know too this strange feeling?

When in the middle of a crowd

With such sheer liveliness bustling

And hundreds of voices so loud;

Walking through a sea of faces,

Going hundred different paces

But moving as one strange creature,

Thousand eyes and ears for feature…

Know you also this sensation?

In the heart of animation,

Surrounded by activity,

Lies purest anonymity.

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You can’t move, you’re paralyzed,

As her breath slides on your neck,

Oh too late you realized

That you’d forgotten to check

The small lock near the window,

Now her voice raspy and low

Resonates into your soul

As darkness swallows you whole…

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For it is not enough to simply know the way

You have to be willing, try your hardest to stay,

Nothing in this wide world can be simply given

It has to be worked for, whether earned or taken,

Oh but I see you come, contesting what’s above:

“And what make you of this little thing we call love?”

Well let me please explain, once a heart is captured

-Love isn’t just some game- one must have it nurtured.

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Reposting this because I can’t find the original I swear I posted this morning anywhere… ._.

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On my tongue rolls the taste

Of fresh white snow

That in my haste

I gobble and swallow,

The cold flakes melting down,

Trapped in my throat,

And now the flow

Around me wets my coat.

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