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kabir gandhiok – Everyday Zen
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June 26, 2016. How sad to think. If someone might’ve lost. At the sight of a mere leaf. What my heart couldn’t keep. June 24, 2016. In some parts of me. Of all the songs you sang. The sound of sweeping leaves. June 23, 2016. In the cover of night. Wondering if it’s fate. That hangs by the railing. June 21, 2016. If the weeds do too. If I lock my door. It won’t change a thing. June 19, 2016. Of living sixteen more. I owe him nothing. June 19, 2016. Zen we spoke of. Deep in our hearts. June 18, 2016. You’r...
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April 10, 2015 – Everyday Zen
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Day: April 10, 2015. April 10, 2015. April 10, 2015. To stand there to. The constant ebb and flow. To just come and go. April 10, 2015. April 10, 2015. My words for what attitude. In this pained world. I have no control over. Top Posts and Pages. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 699 other followers. Follow Everyday Zen on WordPress.com. My Life as an Artist (2). Electric Music of the Muses. A Simple Dose of Reality.
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April 19, 2015 – Everyday Zen
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Day: April 19, 2015. April 19, 2015. April 19, 2015. Sitting beside each other. At the same table. Top Posts and Pages. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 699 other followers. Follow Everyday Zen on WordPress.com. My Life as an Artist (2). Electric Music of the Muses. A Simple Dose of Reality. WORDS IN THE LIGHT. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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April 9, 2015 – Everyday Zen
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Day: April 9, 2015. April 9, 2015. April 9, 2015. I’m likely to have it all. Even these walls look away. Top Posts and Pages. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 699 other followers. Follow Everyday Zen on WordPress.com. My Life as an Artist (2). Electric Music of the Muses. A Simple Dose of Reality. WORDS IN THE LIGHT. Blog at WordPress.com. What Can I Say? A town everyone hates, yet no one leaves. A girl and her words.
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April 13, 2015 – Everyday Zen
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Day: April 13, 2015. April 13, 2015. April 13, 2015. Our way of talking through. You and I once believed. We held in common. Top Posts and Pages. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 699 other followers. Follow Everyday Zen on WordPress.com. My Life as an Artist (2). Electric Music of the Muses. A Simple Dose of Reality. WORDS IN THE LIGHT. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. What Can I Say? WORDS IN THE LIGHT.
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April 15, 2015 – Everyday Zen
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Day: April 15, 2015. April 15, 2015. April 15, 2015. The mist on the window. When you ask how I feel. About us being in love. Top Posts and Pages. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 699 other followers. Follow Everyday Zen on WordPress.com. My Life as an Artist (2). Electric Music of the Muses. A Simple Dose of Reality. WORDS IN THE LIGHT. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com. What Can I Say?
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Je me livrerais I should deliver | Gyslaine LE GAL Auteure poésies d’amour Français/Anglais – LOVE POEMS
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Gyslaine LE GAL Auteure poésies d’amour Français/Anglais – LOVE POEMS. Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned.Paul Valéry. Accéder au contenu principal. Solitude « Soledad ». J’ai entendu ton appel I heard your call →. Je me livrerais I should deliver. Poème à lire et/ou à écouter. A Poem To read and/or listen. English version after French version. Si j’étais la vague qui s’affole,. L’écume blanche qui s’envole,. Soulevée par la force du vent,. Licence C...
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Solitude « Soledad | «Gyslaine LE GAL Auteure poésies d’amour Français/Anglais – LOVE POEMS
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Gyslaine LE GAL Auteure poésies d’amour Français/Anglais – LOVE POEMS. Un poème n'est jamais fini, seulement abandonné. A poem is never finished, only abandoned.Paul Valéry. Accéder au contenu principal. En toi je veux plonger In you I want to dive. Je me livrerais I should deliver →. Solitude « Soledad ». Poème à lire et/ou à écouter. A Poem To read and/or listen. English version after French version. Ne pas se laisser envahir par la tristesse. Dans cette sensation soudaine de détresse. Est mis à dispos...
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Man and emotions – Yes Maleism
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Date: December 30, 2016. From the time we were born, we were mollycoddled into believing that men are strong, stoic and less emotional. That men are different than woman, more stronger and descend from a different planet altogether ( Mars, here. We live under the preconceived notion that men don’t feel and are devoid of emotions. When we spill our sentiments through tears, we are hushed because “ men don’t cry. 8220;, when we try our hand at cooking, we are arm twisted with “ are you a girl. Sometimes, w...
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Man and emotions – Yes Maleism
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Date: December 30, 2016. From the time we were born, we were mollycoddled into believing that men are strong, stoic and less emotional. That men are different than woman, more stronger and descend from a different planet altogether ( Mars, here. We live under the preconceived notion that men don’t feel and are devoid of emotions. When we spill our sentiments through tears, we are hushed because “ men don’t cry. 8220;, when we try our hand at cooking, we are arm twisted with “ are you a girl. Sometimes, w...