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Poem Tersenyumlah, meski leluconku tidaklah lucu bagimu.

Tersenyumlah, meski leluconku tidaklah lucu bagimu.

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8/26/2019
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#글 #글귀 #글쓰기 #시 #poem #write #writing #writer #혼자만의생각 #새벽 #시 #진짜로 #설렘 #무서운눈 #아는만큼만 #일월이십이일 #하늘과풍경 #좋아요 #나무 #namu.

4장 . . . #글 #글귀 #글쓰기 #시 #poem #write #writing #writer #혼자만의생각 #새벽 #시 #진짜로 #설렘 #무서운눈 #아는만큼만 #일월이십이일 #하늘과풍경 #좋아요 #나무 #namu.

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8/26/2019
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Poem VOICE | Africa reportage ... su 👉 GlamourAffair Vision⠀
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Poem @antares1981⠀
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VOICE | Africa reportage ... su 👉 GlamourAffair Vision⠀ ⠀ Ph. @torreflavio⠀ Poem @antares1981⠀ ⠀ ●⠀ ⠀ #glamouraffair #gavision #poem #travel #africa #reportage #bnw #bnwphootography #magazine #rivistaonline #rivistaitaliana

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8/26/2019
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Poem Człowiek. - Ostatnio moją głowę prześladują takie filozoficzne rozważania. Czy mają sens? Nie wiem. Może żyje w świecie, gdzie sens pozbawiony jest sensu?
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#poem #poems #igpoems #wiersz #wiersze #wierszempisane #instapoezja #poetry #poet #polishpoetry #poezjapolska #poezjautorska #poezjawłasna #poezjawspółczesna #twórczość #tekst #człowiek #życie #refleksja #bezrefleksyjnie

Człowiek. - Ostatnio moją głowę prześladują takie filozoficzne rozważania. Czy mają sens? Nie wiem. Może żyje w świecie, gdzie sens pozbawiony jest sensu? #autorskie . . . . . . . . . . #poem #poems #igpoems #wiersz #wiersze #wierszempisane #instapoezja #poetry #poet #polishpoetry #poezjapolska #poezjautorska #poezjawłasna #poezjawspółczesna #twórczość #tekst #człowiek #życie #refleksja #bezrefleksyjnie

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8/26/2019
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Poem Joy Harjo -  Speaking Tree

I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree.
—Sandra Cisneros

Some things on this earth are unspeakable:
Genealogy of the broken—
A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre,
Or the smell of coffee and no one there—

Some humans say trees are not sentient beings,
But they do not understand poetry—

Nor can they hear the singing of trees when they are fed by
Wind, or water music—
Or hear their cries of anguish when they are broken and
bereft—

Now I am a woman longing to be a tree, planted in a moist,
dark earth
Between sunrise and sunset—

I cannot walk through all realms—
I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark—

What shall I do with all this heartache?

The deepest-rooted dream of a tree is to walk
Even just a little ways, from the place next to the doorway—
To the edge of the river of life, and drink—

I have heard trees talking, long after the sun has gone down:

Imagine what would it be like to dance close together
In this land of water and knowledge…

To drink deep what is undrinkable. “Speaking Tree", from CONFLICT RESOLUTION FOR HOLY BEINGS by Joy Harjo. 
Joy Harjo (born on May 9, 1951, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Mvskoke) is a poet, musician, and author. She is also the first Native American United States Poet Laureate. She is an important figure in the second wave of the literary Native American Renaissance of the late twentieth century.

Thomas Struth - Paradise 01 (Daintree, Australia), 1998
- Paradise 29 (Peru), 2005
- Paradise 20, (Bayrischer Wald), 1999

#joyharpo #poem #poetry #tree #thomasstruth #art #contemporaryart #photography #greatartist #paradise #forest

Joy Harjo - Speaking Tree I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree. —Sandra Cisneros Some things on this earth are unspeakable: Genealogy of the broken— A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre, Or the smell of coffee and no one there— Some humans say trees are not sentient beings, But they do not understand poetry— Nor can they hear the singing of trees when they are fed by Wind, or water music— Or hear their cries of anguish when they are broken and bereft— Now I am a woman longing to be a tree, planted in a moist, dark earth Between sunrise and sunset— I cannot walk through all realms— I carry a yearning I cannot bear alone in the dark— What shall I do with all this heartache? The deepest-rooted dream of a tree is to walk Even just a little ways, from the place next to the doorway— To the edge of the river of life, and drink— I have heard trees talking, long after the sun has gone down: Imagine what would it be like to dance close together In this land of water and knowledge… To drink deep what is undrinkable. “Speaking Tree", from CONFLICT RESOLUTION FOR HOLY BEINGS by Joy Harjo. Joy Harjo (born on May 9, 1951, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Mvskoke) is a poet, musician, and author. She is also the first Native American United States Poet Laureate. She is an important figure in the second wave of the literary Native American Renaissance of the late twentieth century. Thomas Struth - Paradise 01 (Daintree, Australia), 1998 - Paradise 29 (Peru), 2005 - Paradise 20, (Bayrischer Wald), 1999 #joyharpo #poem #poetry #tree #thomasstruth #art #contemporaryart #photography #greatartist #paradise #forest

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8/26/2019
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Poem 👉बी पी एल वाली कोठियां👆
#writer #poetry #dard #poem #quotes #thoughts

👉बी पी एल वाली कोठियां👆 #writer #poetry #dard #poem #quotes #thoughts

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8/26/2019
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Poem I want you back :(

I want you back :(

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8/26/2019
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Poem #repost @_secret_scribbles
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#repost @_secret_scribbles ・・・ That's an inseparable bond between them😍❤️________________________________ Follow @_secret_scribbles ________________________________ By - @priya_kallur 👌🏻 ________________________________ Dm us your best Tiny Tales/Quotes/Excerpts/Musings/Poems/Stories/Sayings. . DM us for Queries ________________________________ Original Content © All rights reserved © ________________________________ . Instagram - @_secret_scribbles . Like ❤ Comment ❤ Tag ❤ .. . . #love #scratchedstories #poetry #poem#bymepoetry #writersnetwork #theuncommonbox#omypoetry #illogicalpoemworld #poetsofindia#poetsofinstagram #poetscommunity #poetsofig#poetsociety #thewritingspook

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8/26/2019
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Poem 一度きりの人生。悔やむこともあるけれど、必ず前へ少しずつ進んでいる。生まれたからには人生をまっとうしなくちゃ。#詩#ポエム#poem#カラフル#いいね#いいねした人全員フォローする

一度きりの人生。悔やむこともあるけれど、必ず前へ少しずつ進んでいる。生まれたからには人生をまっとうしなくちゃ。#詩#ポエム#poem#カラフル#いいね#いいねした人全員フォローする

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8/26/2019
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Poem In my sweetest reverie 
my fears and doubts dwell. 
They said, Welcome. So I passed out in a paradise, and now
I'm just back from hell.
–Padma Angmo

#gunsnroses #epigram #hell #paradise #poem #poetry #poetsofinstagram#poetrycommunity #writers #travel #nature #naturephotography #photopoetry #mountains #philosophy #music #black

In my sweetest reverie my fears and doubts dwell. They said, Welcome. So I passed out in a paradise, and now I'm just back from hell. –Padma Angmo #gunsnroses #epigram #hell #paradise #poem #poetry #poetsofinstagram#poetrycommunity #writers #travel #nature #naturephotography #photopoetry #mountains #philosophy #music #black

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8/26/2019
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Poem ©Sandy•Cove
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Dragonfly on a cloud/ Libellule sur un nuage
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... Elle volait libre et légère
Elle flottait dans les airs
Elle se sentait pousser des ailes
Il avait façonné pour elle
De ses mains les nuages dans le ciel
Pour qu’elle allonge son corps tout frêle 
Sur la branche d’un amour éternel...
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#noiretblanc #blackandwhite #instablackandwhite #bwoftheday #blackandwhitepics #bnw_mood #bnwphotography #bnw_daily #bnw_instg #blackandwhiteisworththefight #blackandwhiteisworththefight #blackandwhitephotography #womenphotograph #naturephotography #nature #clouds #sky #landscapes #nuage #libellule #poesie #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poem #poetryoftheday #writing #writingsociety #writersofinstagram #words #wordgasm

©Sandy•Cove • Dragonfly on a cloud/ Libellule sur un nuage • ... Elle volait libre et légère Elle flottait dans les airs Elle se sentait pousser des ailes Il avait façonné pour elle De ses mains les nuages dans le ciel Pour qu’elle allonge son corps tout frêle Sur la branche d’un amour éternel... • #noiretblanc #blackandwhite #instablackandwhite #bwoftheday #blackandwhitepics #bnw_mood #bnwphotography #bnw_daily #bnw_instg #blackandwhiteisworththefight #blackandwhiteisworththefight #blackandwhitephotography #womenphotograph #naturephotography #nature #clouds #sky #landscapes #nuage #libellule #poesie #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poem #poetryoftheday #writing #writingsociety #writersofinstagram #words #wordgasm

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8/26/2019
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Poem Işığı sönmeyecek bir güneşiniz olsun, güneş olun.
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#pabloneruda #neruda #sevmek #sevgi #aşk #güneş #insan #felsefe #edebiyat #özlüsözler #şair #şiir #yazar #kitap #oku #yaz #tatil #tbt #turkey #thought #love #author #poet #poem #book #read

Işığı sönmeyecek bir güneşiniz olsun, güneş olun. ✒️❣️📖S . . . 👑♥️📑 #pabloneruda #neruda #sevmek #sevgi #aşk #güneş #insan #felsefe #edebiyat #özlüsözler #şair #şiir #yazar #kitap #oku #yaz #tatil #tbt #turkey #thought #love #author #poet #poem #book #read

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8/26/2019
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Poem I saw him everyday,
Resting on a seat for hours and more,
Working endlessly on some raw things,
Converting them into mesmerising art,
I hear him every day,
Sinking down to his desk,
And when I wake up every time in the night,
The lamp is still shining,
Bit of a stalker I am but,
Obsessed with his work,
He rushes off to bed when he hears a knock,
Pretending that he was all asleep,
Was he a lover?
Or just a mere catapult?
Because when I walk by his house,
His mother looks down at the breakfast she set for him,
Mumbles a word or two and sometimes all day,
His father never came home while staying by his side,
Was he tired of seeking him out too?
What he does when it gets dark?
Is he afraid of the willows outside?
Or is he too exhausted to utter his tear?
I have seen him pacing at 2 am,
Was it a lover's corner with the Moon?
Or was he expecting some dead?
I heard him cry in the night,
Was it for himself,
Or for the one who never save his art?
He has an itsy bitsy diary,
On which he wrote letters to dead,
Or to someone who he expects,
Who'll just save his art,
Every single piece of words,
And every single stroke of brush,
Every glittery shiny paint,
And every single thought of his,
He has seen people saving things,
And all he had just words for them.

I heard that art saves people, but who exactly save art?
P.s I am a good poser
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#writing #literature #bookstagram #writer #aesthetic #poetry #aesthetics #poem #writersofinstagram #aesthetictumblr #poems #blogger #letters #lonely #sad #blog #lettering #travel #love #save #lover #artwork #lovers #art #creative #artist #photography #moodygrams #creativelife #creativeart

I saw him everyday, Resting on a seat for hours and more, Working endlessly on some raw things, Converting them into mesmerising art, I hear him every day, Sinking down to his desk, And when I wake up every time in the night, The lamp is still shining, Bit of a stalker I am but, Obsessed with his work, He rushes off to bed when he hears a knock, Pretending that he was all asleep, Was he a lover? Or just a mere catapult? Because when I walk by his house, His mother looks down at the breakfast she set for him, Mumbles a word or two and sometimes all day, His father never came home while staying by his side, Was he tired of seeking him out too? What he does when it gets dark? Is he afraid of the willows outside? Or is he too exhausted to utter his tear? I have seen him pacing at 2 am, Was it a lover's corner with the Moon? Or was he expecting some dead? I heard him cry in the night, Was it for himself, Or for the one who never save his art? He has an itsy bitsy diary, On which he wrote letters to dead, Or to someone who he expects, Who'll just save his art, Every single piece of words, And every single stroke of brush, Every glittery shiny paint, And every single thought of his, He has seen people saving things, And all he had just words for them. I heard that art saves people, but who exactly save art? P.s I am a good poser . . . #writing #literature #bookstagram #writer #aesthetic #poetry #aesthetics #poem #writersofinstagram #aesthetictumblr #poems #blogger #letters #lonely #sad #blog #lettering #travel #love #save #lover #artwork #lovers #art #creative #artist #photography #moodygrams #creativelife #creativeart

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8/26/2019
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Poem デイヴィッド・ヒューム
(David Hume、1711年4月26日 - 1776年8月25日)

虚栄なくして、人が自分自身について長く語ることは難しい。それゆえ、私は短く語るだろう。(ヒューム)

#デイヴィッドヒューム #DavidHume
#文学 #Literature
#哲学 #philosophy
#小説 #novel
#小説家 #novelist
#詩 #poem
#詩人 #poet
#読書 #read #reading #write #writing
#本 #book #books #bookstagram

デイヴィッド・ヒューム (David Hume、1711年4月26日 - 1776年8月25日) 虚栄なくして、人が自分自身について長く語ることは難しい。それゆえ、私は短く語るだろう。(ヒューム) #デイヴィッドヒューム #DavidHume #文学 #Literature #哲学 #philosophy #小説 #novel #小説家 #novelist #詩 #poem #詩人 #poet #読書 #read #reading #write #writing #本 #book #books #bookstagram

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8/26/2019
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Poem Фотки не кончаются… 
И лента пополняется… 
Раз уж начал я в стихах… 
То продолжу альманах...
Есть посёлочек в горах… 
Что зовётся Симеиз… 
Дух захватывает,Ах… 
Здесь и ждёт тебя сюприз… #🙃 #россия #крым #симеиз #стих #юмор #я #лето #море #горы #отпуск #камни #скалы #путешествие #хочуеще #russia #crimea #simeiz #poem #humor #myself #mountain #stone #rock #trip #wontmore #men #dude #vacation #holiday

Фотки не кончаются… И лента пополняется… Раз уж начал я в стихах… То продолжу альманах... Есть посёлочек в горах… Что зовётся Симеиз… Дух захватывает,Ах… Здесь и ждёт тебя сюприз… #🙃 #россия #крым #симеиз #стих #юмор #я #лето #море #горы #отпуск #камни #скалы #путешествие #хочуеще #russia #crimea #simeiz #poem #humor #myself #mountain #stone #rock #trip #wontmore #men #dude #vacation #holiday

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8/26/2019
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Poem A warrior, who was invited to be the knight for a corrupt organisation called as light, who feed on those below them, but he doesn't want to be one and also wants to stop them from feeding on those innocent people, so he chose to fight the corrupt organisation by becoming the dark knight... This is also applicable to our modern society, but we don't have the dark knight who is powerful enough to stop these corrupt organisations...
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#darknight #rebel #light #danussvar #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #poets #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetryporn #poetrysociety #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writing #writers #writersofinstagram #spilledink #poemsaboutlove #literature #thecultivatedfool #igpoets #knight #poetryisnotdead #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoet @poets

A warrior, who was invited to be the knight for a corrupt organisation called as light, who feed on those below them, but he doesn't want to be one and also wants to stop them from feeding on those innocent people, so he chose to fight the corrupt organisation by becoming the dark knight... This is also applicable to our modern society, but we don't have the dark knight who is powerful enough to stop these corrupt organisations... . . ......................... #darknight #rebel #light #danussvar #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #poets #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetryporn #poetrysociety #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writing #writers #writersofinstagram #spilledink #poemsaboutlove #literature #thecultivatedfool #igpoets #knight #poetryisnotdead #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoet @poets

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8/26/2019
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Poem In June, 2018, my family and I visited Auschwitz, one of the largest concentration camps in Europe during World War II. A little outside of Krakow in Poland, it is without a doubt, one of the most horrible places on earth.

When the Germans occupied western Poland in 1939, the Jews were forced to live in ghettos, where they were subject to poverty, starvation,  disease and death. Naturally, when they were told they'd be allowed to leave and be located elsewhere, they believed it was for their well-being. Little did they know, they'd be crammed into tiny train compartments and sent on a one-way train journey to the many concentration camps Hitler had built in order to achieve his "Final Solution". The Jews were told they'd be permitted to carry as much luggage with them as they could while being relocated. This luggage was immediately seized by the Nazis before the Jews were sent to the concentration camps.  They kept the valuables for themselves. 
Auschwitz has now been converted into a museum as a tribute to all the victims of the Holocaust. Every item that the Germans deemed not valuable enough to keep for themselves is now on display at the museum. Rooms full of all the clothes, shoes, hairbrushes, pots, pans, suitcases that the Jews packed with them in the belief that they would be headed for a better life.

As heartbreaking as I found all this, one item in particular stood out to me. In the sea of brown suitcases and trunks,  there was a wicker basket with a flower painted on it. The second I saw it, I imagined the life of the person to whom it might have belonged. 
This story could almost be true. 
#worldwar2 #nazi #holocaust #auschwitz #auschwitzmemorial #holocaustmemorial #auschwitzbirkenau #auschwitzconcentrationcamp #writersofinstagram #writingprompts #writer #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poem
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In June, 2018, my family and I visited Auschwitz, one of the largest concentration camps in Europe during World War II. A little outside of Krakow in Poland, it is without a doubt, one of the most horrible places on earth. When the Germans occupied western Poland in 1939, the Jews were forced to live in ghettos, where they were subject to poverty, starvation,  disease and death. Naturally, when they were told they'd be allowed to leave and be located elsewhere, they believed it was for their well-being. Little did they know, they'd be crammed into tiny train compartments and sent on a one-way train journey to the many concentration camps Hitler had built in order to achieve his "Final Solution". The Jews were told they'd be permitted to carry as much luggage with them as they could while being relocated. This luggage was immediately seized by the Nazis before the Jews were sent to the concentration camps.  They kept the valuables for themselves. Auschwitz has now been converted into a museum as a tribute to all the victims of the Holocaust. Every item that the Germans deemed not valuable enough to keep for themselves is now on display at the museum. Rooms full of all the clothes, shoes, hairbrushes, pots, pans, suitcases that the Jews packed with them in the belief that they would be headed for a better life. As heartbreaking as I found all this, one item in particular stood out to me. In the sea of brown suitcases and trunks,  there was a wicker basket with a flower painted on it. The second I saw it, I imagined the life of the person to whom it might have belonged. This story could almost be true. #worldwar2 #nazi #holocaust #auschwitz #auschwitzmemorial #holocaustmemorial #auschwitzbirkenau #auschwitzconcentrationcamp #writersofinstagram #writingprompts #writer #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poem @anisashake1996 @graphicdesignerbyday @thewritersaying @poets @thewritingspook @poets.and.writers @the.anonymous.writer @pintsizefiction

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8/26/2019
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Poem never lose hope. time knows, trust it. #jmwisepoetry

never lose hope. time knows, trust it. #jmwisepoetry

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Poem The witching hour or devil's hour is a time of night associated with supernatural events, witchcraft and ghosts. In old folklore it is said that for 1 hour the moon when full is neither waxing or waning but at her most powerful, it is between two worlds, that of the living and that of the dead. It was once claimed that the witches would frolic with such creatures as demons and ghosts within graveyards, Moor and woodland which are thought to appear and to be at their most powerful within the Witching hour. Rituals and magic is thought to be most effective at this time of night.
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Midnight is however not as we believe it is today, it's not 12am. Midnight is the mid point of the night, this been the halfway mark that changes each night but the true midnight is said to only fall on a full moon.
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I wanted a poem but I could not find one I liked so I write one. I hope you enjoy it.
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When the darkness falls upon the cold nights kiss, as we sleep deep our souls do fly, in dream flight we leave as the moon hangs still, not waxing, not waning, not living and not dying. .
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The mid of the night, the point is witching-time when ritual by candle or just by the moon gives us that liminal light as gravestone tower within spirit of place for this old graveyard it knows my face, my heart is not black nor is it white for in this hour I can choose to make it wrong or right. . . 
For what I weave with souls of the dead, my path is crooked but my mind is true, Bucca, Bucca I call you. A prick of blade, a drop of blood, down to the graveyards mud, an offering within the hour. For I am the witch and the moon my power. . . 
A witch, a spectre or ghost or goat, that one hour by the turn of the moon, together we join for herbal charm, spirit and divine, we cast we call with stang and crook for the serpentine night it coils from within her earth to the moons full light. . . 
Witches dance with horn and hoof, between two worlds In the mist of night but our soul will return from it's spirit flight, as the hour is almost past and nights kiss will soon fade as day beckons we sleep, so deep, so deep we lay.

The witching hour or devil's hour is a time of night associated with supernatural events, witchcraft and ghosts. In old folklore it is said that for 1 hour the moon when full is neither waxing or waning but at her most powerful, it is between two worlds, that of the living and that of the dead. It was once claimed that the witches would frolic with such creatures as demons and ghosts within graveyards, Moor and woodland which are thought to appear and to be at their most powerful within the Witching hour. Rituals and magic is thought to be most effective at this time of night. . . Midnight is however not as we believe it is today, it's not 12am. Midnight is the mid point of the night, this been the halfway mark that changes each night but the true midnight is said to only fall on a full moon. . . I wanted a poem but I could not find one I liked so I write one. I hope you enjoy it. . . (The Witching Hour by SJ Taylor) When the darkness falls upon the cold nights kiss, as we sleep deep our souls do fly, in dream flight we leave as the moon hangs still, not waxing, not waning, not living and not dying. . . The mid of the night, the point is witching-time when ritual by candle or just by the moon gives us that liminal light as gravestone tower within spirit of place for this old graveyard it knows my face, my heart is not black nor is it white for in this hour I can choose to make it wrong or right. . . For what I weave with souls of the dead, my path is crooked but my mind is true, Bucca, Bucca I call you. A prick of blade, a drop of blood, down to the graveyards mud, an offering within the hour. For I am the witch and the moon my power. . . A witch, a spectre or ghost or goat, that one hour by the turn of the moon, together we join for herbal charm, spirit and divine, we cast we call with stang and crook for the serpentine night it coils from within her earth to the moons full light. . . Witches dance with horn and hoof, between two worlds In the mist of night but our soul will return from it's spirit flight, as the hour is almost past and nights kiss will soon fade as day beckons we sleep, so deep, so deep we lay.

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8/26/2019
3
Poem Bosen dibumi pengen ke mars:"
#poempm 
#poem

Bosen dibumi pengen ke mars:" #poempm #poem

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8/26/2019
33
Poem “i want you to love me more than my body and appearance 
i want you to understand that my body only belongs to me
that even though i love you more than words,i can’t let you have it
and when you find out that i am no more than feelings,you’ll leave me behind “

“i want you to love me more than my body and appearance i want you to understand that my body only belongs to me that even though i love you more than words,i can’t let you have it and when you find out that i am no more than feelings,you’ll leave me behind “

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8/26/2019
2
Poem : 발등을 찍는 건 믿는 도끼다.
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#하늘마을 #하늘아이 #poet #writer
#시 #글 #詩 #poetry #글귀 #poem
인스타그램 : @Hanl_I
텀블벅 #감성시글벅적 펀딩 중 프로필 링크 클릭
일단 한 번 놀러 오세요. ^^
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#시스타그램 #글스타그램 #책스타그램
#좋은시 #좋은글 #감성 #감성글 #공감 #공감글
#인싸 #위로 #일상 #daily
#무례 #사람 #나 #기분 #주의 #소리 무해

: 발등을 찍는 건 믿는 도끼다. . #하늘마을 #하늘아이 #poet #writer #시 #글 #詩 #poetry #글귀 #poem 인스타그램 : @Hanl_I 텀블벅 #감성시글벅적 펀딩 중 프로필 링크 클릭 일단 한 번 놀러 오세요. ^^ . #시스타그램 #글스타그램 #책스타그램 #좋은시 #좋은글 #감성 #감성글 #공감 #공감글 #인싸 #위로 #일상 #daily #무례 #사람 #나 #기분 #주의 #소리 무해

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6/24/2019
174
Poem : 살아 있어야 희망 있다.
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#하늘마을 #하늘아이 #poet #writer
#시 #글 #詩 #poetry #글귀 #poem
인스타그램 : @Hanl_I
텀블벅 #감성시글벅적 펀딩 중 프로필 링크 클릭
일단 한 번 놀러 오세요. ^^
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#시스타그램 #글스타그램 #책스타그램
#좋은시 #좋은글 #감성 #감성글 #공감 #공감글
#인싸 #위로 #일상 #daily
#선택 #살다 #죽다 #당신 #길 #기회 계속

: 살아 있어야 희망 있다. . #하늘마을 #하늘아이 #poet #writer #시 #글 #詩 #poetry #글귀 #poem 인스타그램 : @Hanl_I 텀블벅 #감성시글벅적 펀딩 중 프로필 링크 클릭 일단 한 번 놀러 오세요. ^^ . #시스타그램 #글스타그램 #책스타그램 #좋은시 #좋은글 #감성 #감성글 #공감 #공감글 #인싸 #위로 #일상 #daily #선택 #살다 #죽다 #당신 #길 #기회 계속

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6/21/2019
183
Poem : 자신은 아는 것처럼 말한다면 그 사람이 누구든 사기꾼이다.
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#하늘마을 #하늘아이 #poet #writer
#시 #글 #詩 #poetry #글귀 #poem
인스타그램 : @Hanl_I
텀블벅 #감성시글벅적 펀딩 중 프로필 링크 클릭
일단 한 번 놀러 오세요. ^^
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#시스타그램 #글스타그램 #책스타그램
#좋은시 #좋은글 #감성 #감성글 #공감 #공감글
#인싸 #위로 #일상 #daily
#아무도 #모른다 #오늘 #밤 #아침 #밤새 살다

: 자신은 아는 것처럼 말한다면 그 사람이 누구든 사기꾼이다. . #하늘마을 #하늘아이 #poet #writer #시 #글 #詩 #poetry #글귀 #poem 인스타그램 : @Hanl_I 텀블벅 #감성시글벅적 펀딩 중 프로필 링크 클릭 일단 한 번 놀러 오세요. ^^ . #시스타그램 #글스타그램 #책스타그램 #좋은시 #좋은글 #감성 #감성글 #공감 #공감글 #인싸 #위로 #일상 #daily #아무도 #모른다 #오늘 #밤 #아침 #밤새 살다

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6/17/2019
183