Nestled upon a pillow of cloud

The moon sat, big and fat

As I watched it from my garden

In a cul-de-sac

It didn't really do much

Just illuminate the sky

But, then I thought: that alone

Makes it a greater thing than I ! 

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Tufts of dust 

Caper about my mosaic glass.

Blotches of ferric rust 

Offer me an unceremonious welcome at last.

Things I'd once befriended

Seem distant and cold.

Deaf ears to the chime of my footsteps

Tell me they've forgotten their companion of old.

I wonder when those mellifluous repartees

Turned into hollow echoes,

And the blithe breeze 

Into a stiflin...

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The pain
you feel in the days
before you leave
before you put
the life you have 
at risk

It´s this pain
that tells you
that this life
the life you had
was worth something

A home
a real home
should never be
an easy thing to leave

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How do we do this

One day 

After another

Of same 

People

Rooms

Food 

Clothes

Conversations

When what should we have for dinner becomes

The highlight of the day

And a three mile walk becomes

The only reason to get dressed 

At all

How do we do this 

How long do we do this

It’s like labor 

The worst part 

Is not knowing how long 

it will l...

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I hold this flower
In my hand.
Yellow and perfect.
Like European star.
Like my heart
Is bound to this place.
My ear used to different languages,
My nose used to all these smells,
Smells of freedom.
In a continent of so many colours,
Blossoming friendships
And beautiful memories.
I keep this flower alive
As long as I can.
I know it will die
Like the freedom
That leaves us.

E...

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