Pendant Lighting Over Island

Romance writer

In the sheet is the mystery
of what I might find ...
and the line is the time to browse and search
...

sheet and line in silence, without words
moves.
sheet and line
waiting quietly awakening.

The mystery of a pen that is on the rung
and constantly provokes. Hand trembling struck fear
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trying to bring a pen, try the leaf
kiss.

And a lover who is torn inside,
knows that if you touch

sheet at a time ...

will forever captured the defeat or triumph, applause
oblivion.

know that in love there is no way elusive,
you love, hate, or ignore ...
and a thousand shades of gray,
but love is love.

why fear the urge to throw
stopped in the leaf words banality,
more pure thought does not move, either in its pure
is the key.
Writing for writing, fable infamous
full of dissatisfaction and emptiness.

, the meeting and is the mismatch,
is joy and torment. Line
leaf pen.
hand, writing, time
thoughts, fears, attempts ...
eternal romance writer!.

Marinoel Nalborczyk (AGADU-2007)

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For my mother

For my mother are my memories
more emotional, full of affection.
In his arms I felt the warm
and all my dreams were born there. Are your advice


beautiful treasure that I kept in my soul.
When I'm sad she makes me happy and if I'm alone
true with me.

She is the friend who always had
guiding my life and giving me love,
the father and mother, a valuable,
simple woman who gave so much.

For all the love my mother, my being is wrapped
its heat. By remembering every morning

becomes stronger my heart.

May God bless your footsteps always conserve
me many more years,
and see their grandchildren, happy men,
filling your soul with a thousand compliments.

All Melissa Sue Anderson Fakes

* Clear Water *

clear water waiting for a miracle

that reaches your soul clear.

A child's care, hope

silent as a seed to sprout.

We cries for help and delivery

his pat on the fertile slopes

watering the field and poor thirst for calm,

which is home to plants and fish.

man responds to this call

water in the pit dies.

There is no other way to save,

only aware of his fate.

Wake heart, we must stop it

to waste, a matter of urgency.

No time to think, poor little

dry plates, is that you do not feel

from your spirit that is asleep

and thinks that is a lie wait no longer.

Listen ... nature calls,

if you are part of the land inert

crying from the depths of the seas,

suffering as a mother who does not sleep.

Listen ... no longer hide their heads

and fight for water decreases.

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CHILDREN LOVE

Longing those adventurous boyhood days.
My village with its streets, scented with orange blossoms.
Your trees so green, I would climb
and in dreams, sleep, go back to being happy.

The girl at that time, was like the rose,
in a storybook, difficult to erase.
Between tears and laughter I learned to walk
the world, to life, a butterfly flew.

My mother and her advice, watered my way.
Solas, in the big house, we lived in peace.
A clean, clear sky, covered our fate.

I forget moments of calm comfort
beloved temple, faith, divine love.
In my soul, are memories, memories so vivid.