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Your vows are all buried deep inside my grave. I may not growing up be like Thoth, holding onto wisdom, in minus thorn nor a mere anomaly. But this is me standing, utter my chant in the land of living with flaxen halcyo.

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Hello good morning mutuals, I want to tell you that I've been diving to visit your channel, by the way for those who are fasting, cheer up okay???? and hope you always happy.


Hey congratulations morning yh




Learn to love the color pink, because as soon as you are born you are smothered by all things cute and dainty, and yes of course they are pink, so learn to love the color pink, pink being the balloons that say things like “ Congrats it’s a Girl” as if  they would be proud to have such a thing. Pink as the muscles beneath our skin, pink as the human brain, but god forbid we think, pink as in meat, pink as in weak, pink as in baby blankets that are raised just a little too far over your head, pink as in let’s try again, pink as in you are weak, pink as in no, pink as in you can’t do that pink as in me, pink as an identity I will forever be forced to be in love with.


A dash of pink. Dull does not become me, pale, monotonous I laugh at,  for they never defined me. A world in black and white would cause me to shrivel up and die for I am as bright as the brightest butterfly. The little girl inside me screams to show off the colors that make a girl girly, a woman a woman. The color pink is my absolute favorite, it brings out the very essence of who I have become. The little girl who loved pink candy cane, pink bubblicious bubble gum which made the biggest pink bubbles no one could miss. Pink skirts, pink shorts, and my dazzling pink sunglasses made me look like a princess from another era. The sheer color of pink, and the flamboyance nature that it adorns with that dazzling ray of different shades. The world would be a simpler place if colors were lighter for it would bring about so much laughter. A night on the town and ready to make a splash is what it's about. How about a blue dress and what accessories could I wear to make me look so debonair? I got it, what goes with blue? Why pink is a good mix. Pink pumps, pink bracelets would catch someone's eye. Definitely not blah looking, more like dazzle, razzle superstar in the making. The trees are green and that's amazing, the clouds are white and that's also amazing. The earth is brown, the sea is blue but without a dash of rose pink, ruby pink, ultra pink and creamy pink tell me where would we be? In a world lacking in fashion, pizazz, creativity,  no future insight to vanity. We need flair and dramatics, fashionistas in our market and I propose to get us started.




Hi Guys, happy new year


Everything will be fine, you are safe, I’m right here with you. It will be like this forever. The monotonous rhythm is a genius of hibernation. A dream from which you don’t want to wake up. The moon is full already. You can still feel the warmth of the day. Dancers floating in the mist. A knot of rapture. Your braids put me in astonishment. Running on the mystifying sounds of the lute, you forget. The wonderful freedom that we all want. Lightness, rhythm, only a couple of noises. The depth of nostalgia, the childhood moments, a touch of a hand. Forgotten times that are in you. A bit faster, a bit further! Take me to the heights of the universe, where there’s no beginning and no end. Let me into this secret treasury. Let me to the green wealth that I haven’t seen. Let me by the hand to the place of the past and the future. Help me to move to the reaches of human consciousness! My eyes are wide open. I can only see You. I spin around and don’t want to stop. Once low, once high, but still. Whisper it to me. Now I’m open to everything. Together we will find the truth. I know I can count on you. Again, I see the morning light. The leaves are scattered by delicate rays of the rising sun. The fire is still alive. I will protect it until the end. At the Pomegranate Songs, we will meet again. Nothing matters anymore. Today is free of worry. The shapely beats take you. The petals of snow enfold your hot skin. Feeling the moment of beginning. No one else will give it to you. Inspiration locked in undulating trees. There’s still so much to uncover. Please let me stay.


Music In My Life. Music, you are my sweetness, my life, my beauty. I love you so much I would give my life for you. When I hear the smooth sounds carried by the wind, I’m filled with ecstasy. Vibrations that entangle my mind are so amazing, full of life and emotion. I feel paradise under my feet. The metallic sounds surge until the horizon of understanding. The inebriation by the resonance. Changes everything flowing. The recent: evolves, swerves, like a great river that cannot be stopped. The heavenly journeys at the peaks of mountains. Birds gliding over the shimmering water. Waterfalls in forgotten lands. A slight breeze, moist skin, a wide smile, and the expectation of the next adventure. Ineffable happiness. An ancient bird reclining on a leafless branch. Wide view of the whole world. No difference between the dream and reality. I feel like flying. The desire of humankind encapsulated in a few seconds of delight. Peripatetic through the desert, a bag of dactyls, onward. Just look at what’s in front of us! Let this day be endless, let the dance last forever. The time stopped. Pain is a pleasure. Wrath is happiness. The spring flowers accompany me on this endless meadow. Raising on a calm river of fertile land. When we’re together, I’m four elements. The droplets slowly fall on wet leaves. The songs of Sirens in an underwater cavern! A sweet flute whispering in the ear.


Black and white is just a color, that underlies the differences, but also initiates a fusion, in the harmony of life You touch me through the rhyme that you wrote on the veranda of my soul with black ink dance on the white paper stage You illuminate me through the light. which you split between my two times. when the black is dark. among the bright whites. You pair me with affection. That you meet through the beauty of the difference when the beauty is white combined with dashing black You chose me because of a speck of privilege that you put in the vastness of life where is the black dot smudge You put it on the vast expanse of white And these eyes are radiance. where black and white is part of reality Unite Coloring Life in one clear goal looking ahead. We will keep going through the black and white that was passed where do we have to stop closing the mortal picks up immortality but still will find black and white in the form of truth as an appropriate answer about practice and action. Believe me.

I admire the black, clear and firm on white paper, compatible to be eternal partner, unravel a continuous story. I marvel at the white, always faithful to the light of beauty, close the black with sincerity, be a beautiful mask of all time. Black is not a stain of white, nor destroyer of chastity, because holiness is not always white, as it seems clear to the eye. If black is silence, then white is eternal loneliness, like snow scattered on marble, cool but not freeze. If black is a barrier, then white is a barrier, for what white is proud of, if you don't get to your destination.


It's evening time, is it true that the sun has dived in the western sea, swallowed by a white-toothed shark, how dare that big fish, didn't give me a chance long string of words, for the one I love. Then who should I choose, to become an easy target for my anger. Oh, I know, someone must have turned my clock on the wall faster, or my eyes turn to dark eyes, but in the mosque began to echo the call to prayer. Your short message forced me to finish this poem. Oh apparently, I haven't showered yet. but my mother's been calling, My Lord also calls me gentle, my tears melt. For all that I love, my Lord, my mom, and you, I had to cry, because this poem had to be postponed.

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