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Shadows…

  I can’t imagine what it would be like, not to know snow. To only know what I would have seen of it in books and in movies… I was born on a snow storm night. And as much as I like to complain about it, it’s always been part of who I am. At…… Continue reading Shadows…

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Queen of the road…

    When work was over, she walked home with a wide smile on her face… The day was absolutely perfect, warm but not too hot, not a cloud in the sky. People had their own means to relax after their job was done. Yoga and meditation were quite hype at the moment. Some others…… Continue reading Queen of the road…

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When the clouds are sleeping…

  The rain was pouring hard and she had found shelter in the nearest bust stop before getting completely soaked. Sitting on the bench, she leaned on the glass pannel, and started watching the people around her. It was a busy street, even at this time of the night. Cars driving fast, taxis looking for…… Continue reading When the clouds are sleeping…

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An eye on you…

  I am the shadow Stitched to your heels, And every night I spy on your dreams… Wondering, Puzzled, almost lost. Would she fight, For you, no matter the cost? I’ve never felt your lips, Never touched your skin But I know all the secrets, That you’ve been holding in… She better be wise and…… Continue reading An eye on you…

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Secret meeting – FFFC

    He suddenly wondered how long he had been waiting there. His shadow was slowly getting longer on the sidewalk below him, sign that the sun was setting. He was right where they had agreed to meet. Of that, he was absolutely sure. And she had insisted in meeting him there… It was her…… Continue reading Secret meeting – FFFC

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At night…

  At night I hide, Alone I swoon, Under the flattering Light of the moon… And if I dared say How beautifully he’s writing, He’d just mumble That he’s barely mimicking. But we all see, Don’t we all know? That this is nothing But a show, For I give him My humble clay He skillfully…… Continue reading At night…