Dance with me

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Who will love me

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Live with Love

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The wind not of air

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Time stands still

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Come to me

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COME TO ME
by justme

It is within this emptiness I live.
It is within these tears I thrive.
It is within this nothingness I sleep and it is within this sleep I die.

Come to me all ye who are of haste,
lay your head gently upon my breast….
For the darkness that overshadows you,
is but the stone upon your face.
Take the stone, oblige the weight,
one foot forward, await thy fate.
Silent is the moon, the stars shout not either.
Quiet is the rivers, the sea a constant giver.

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Can’t you hear it ?

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A LITTLE PRAYER
by justme

Can’t you hear it? Can’t you see?
Can’t you feel it, flying free?
It’s on your finger tips, it touches your face, its in your hands, it leaves no trace.
It is the missing on the tip of your tongue, it began its life before yours had ever begun.
It is the silent, the quiet in you.
It is the strongest, that thing they call true.
So take just a moment and close both your eyes.
And from the silent, Gods grace will arise.∞

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I see you every day

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SIMPLE REALLY
by justme

I hear your noise but I just can’t see

I sense your anger, but it wont stay with me

I see your pain, it’s written on your face

It’s all in vain, but not within this quiet place.

I understand you think it’s them, not you

I sense why, to you, that feels, oh so true.

I see the baggage, you never asked, to collect

I feel your sense of hurt, and one, of no respect

I know you think, if only this, or that, or if

I have seen you stand on the edge, of a deathly cliff

I see your tears, and hear your cries for help

I know you have read, the book of life and little self

I see, your growing very tired and weary son

I seen you try to add, to cover, to have some fun

I see you everyday,

I seen you every way.

I seen you in the street.

I see you, yet we never meet.

If all you wish is just to be alive and free.

Then look up, across, in front and you will see

An amazing thing that simple but it’s true

We are all here, and there’s no difference between me or you.

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The wind picks up the leaf

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quotation rotThe wind picks up the leaf along the way, sometimes the experience is turbulent, furious and violent, yet the same wind can lift the same leaf and gently, softly, kindly, lead it on a dreamy dance, of love.
Blame not the wind, fault not the leaf, for everything is as it should be and the leaf will land exactly as to is its destiny, which was an idea, once whispered gently to the wind and set forth, once formed and sewn with sinew through the vibrating yet withering veins of the little leaf.

Shout as you might but your shouts are not louder than the wind. Be moralistic then but still your morals smash and crash upon the rocks of illusion, maybe not this day. Shock as you try, yours are as a resemblance of a spark fighting against a crackling storm. Preach as the teacher and your elegant quill shall someday be recalled upon by its fated owner, though that will be upon a darker, restless hour.

Many have eyes but few can see.

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Between the measures of time

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quotation rotYou will find it between the measures of time
In the gaps of the seconds filled by the blind.
It lies in the stillness and purity of the heart
It knows not the end, it knows not the start.

This quote is taken from the poem ” Stay with me” by justme.

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