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N 56 B 606 C 8 E Apr 3, 2024 F Apr 3, 2024
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Very grateful for the cover Nadej 💞 🌹
Group: www.flickr.com/groups/14852659@N21/pool/

N 189 B 1.2K C 9 E Mar 28, 2024 F Mar 28, 2024
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N 176 B 1.2K C 10 E Mar 28, 2024 F Mar 28, 2024
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I want to write you a song
One that's beautiful as you are sweet
With just a hint of pain
For the feeling that I get when you are gone
I want to write you a song
I want to lend you my coat
One that's as soft as your cheek
So when the world is cold
You'll have a hiding place you can go
I want to lend you my coat
Everything I need I get from you
Givin' back is all I wanna do
I want to build you a boat
One that's strong as you are free
So any time you think that your heart is gonna sink
You know it won't
I want to build you a boat
Everything I need I get from you
Givin' back is all I wanna do.

youtu.be/zD7P71Wc5aY?si=nSH_kFaO0Iwj1bxJ

Tags:   Music

N 142 B 914 C 5 E Mar 28, 2024 F Mar 28, 2024
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N 134 B 970 C 21 E Mar 28, 2024 F Mar 28, 2024
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There is no cloud
There is no wind
I sit beside the pond
The swimming fishes, light, I, flower, water
The pureness of the cluster of life

My mother reaps the sweet basil
Bread, sweet basil, cheese, a cloudless sky, wet garden petunia
Within the garden flowers: Salvation is at hand

Over the footbath in a copper bowl what caresses the light pours
The ladder at the garden corner, brings morning on earth,
A smile hides behind everything
The time’s wall has a hole through which my face is seen
There are things, which I don’t know
I know that I will die if I cut away a leaf
I ascend, rise to the peak, I posses wings and feathers
I can see in the darkness, I’m brimful of lanterns
I’m brimful of sun and sand
I’m brimful of vines
I’m brimful of path, of bridge, of river, of wave
I’m brimful of the shadows of reeds in the water
I’m brimful of the movement of that willow tree at the garden’s end
How my inside is empty.
By Sohrab Sepehri.

youtu.be/WEHPAOrG738?si=wI4ry_MZ3DTJqZnv

Tags:   Poetry Flowers Spring Shadows


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