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Exile
My dear homeland, with fields so wide
And rivers that carve through vast, silent tide
On green hills where the calm winds flow
I left my heart in your soil below
Where wheat grows tall, and autumn turns gold
I, far from you, in the cold snow unfold
The distant peaks, where bears are hunted still
Sing in the breeze, a sweet, wistful thrill
Oh, my homeland, why did I leave thee?
With fo...
Thursday 21st November 2024 4:06 am
Ballad of the Lovestruck Bricklayer
When I look at you, I see a future,
a place where our hearts meet, and
each day is a new chance to begin,
building dreams, brick by brick.
We start with the foundations of desire
and the plans for our love sketched in the stars...
Each word and each touch is a piece of a puzzle,
forming a home where love can blossom.
Life may be an unfinished building,
but with you, the construction n...
Wednesday 16th October 2024 3:36 am
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