Tears in the MoonTears,
In my eyes,
gently moisten my cheeks -
In dark night -
Glittering silverbeam in sky -
Mutual UnderstandingAccept also those who do not suit you.
Be there for each other.
Trust in that everything will go well.
Discover what is important and let off the unimportant.
Begin new, even if you failed yesterday.
Offer help for carrying to those who need your help.
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –
The sky so wonderful in blue,
The grass in saturated green.
Step by step
I come to meet you.
Along the way
So many thoughts,
So many words in my head.
The stony way becomes shorter
And I see you approaching.
To my left
The blue lake in which you are reflected.
I touch your leaves.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow ... do you feel me?
Do you feel the scars burning me?
Please remove it!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you see me?
Do you see my silent tears?
Please take them away!
I thank you!
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow... do you understand me?
Do you recognize my courage?
Please support me!
I thank you!
You stand at the lake,
So quiet and calm –
For me it is a place so peaceful and wise.
You seem to be full of sorrow,
But this picture is an illusion.
Weeping willow... Oh, weeping willow...
You are my hold.
With you it never gets cold
In this world.
Your foliage hangs down sadly,
But it serves a
The BardOnly the luck of the bard was it
To reach the heart of a beauty with his lute.
In the castle court –
There where knights broke their lances
And where streams of red blood
Drenched the white sand.
Where swords clashed
He let swing the strings of his lute
Far above all ranks –
Yawning and exalted –
Stopped feasting her eyes not on
The fighting turmoil.
“Fetch him, that young bard!”,
Came from her lips.
The herald hastened and within a moment
This news reached the bard.
The bard was no rude smith.
He sang a love song to the woman …
"My dearest guest! Secret friend!
Reveal us the high art …
The harmony of your songs
In my favour!
How had your mouth shaped the words?
Why does the sound of your lute equal
The feast of harmony?"
The bard broke his silence soon …
And called it “SPRING MELODY!”
Already long time ago
The love song of the bard died away.
Then I heard in spring
How the young girls sa
Such a Love exists only onceSuch a love exists only once,
That dizzily intoxicates me and makes me happy,
That narcotizes me like a drug,
Which moves me to far realms.
My darling, in your heart dwells the sun,
Lets everything rise lovingly.
Kindness shines in your eyes
Like stars that will never sink.
Such a love exists only once,
So impetuous and enormously ardent.
It makes trembling my heart
And will never let me go again.
My sun, never leave me, please.
I cannot be without you
And I wither like the flowers’ splendor
When your light will not surround me.
Such a love exists only once,
And even if time passes quickly,
I will dream of it all my life,
Like one summer long of May.
Little stars, please show me the way,
Lead me carefully on my path,
So that I even find the way at night,
When once I will get lost.
Such a love exists only once,
Still fulfills me in my death.
In front of me I still see always the sun
When I behold the far sunset glow.
FriendshipFriendship means to give,
But also to take -
Solidarity in joy and sorrow.
Friendship gives hope
And grants happiness as well -
It is assistance in times of loneliness.
Friendship must grow,
You have to cultivate it -
By frankness and honesty.
Friendship means to love
And to be loved -
It depends on mutuality.
Understanding for the other -
Despite his weak points and fallability.
Friendship does not live on advantage
But on feelings -
On the same thoughts at the same time.
Friendship must hear,
Friendship must see -
The other's happiness, expectation and grief.
To open yourself for the other, to talk to him,
To be ready to simply listen to him.
To hope for the other, to live with him.
To swear him eternal loyalty,
Not to grudge the other something,
Even if you are losing it for yourself.
To love him as he is,
Just because he moves your heart.
Friendship develops in times of gladness,
It stands the test in times of solitude.
And if it is a true and deep friendship,
Elven HopeI have a dream
Of another world
Where no-one resembles the other.
But where all are one
In a world of diversity
That plants every flower at the right spot.
I dream of a world
Where hate is unknown
Either among individuals or the great nations.
There is only the appreciation of the others' life
At all their places.
I dream of a great sign
That will re-unite in joy
All once scattered.
Brother will not be angry with brother anymore
And everybody understands
That living is now the new dimension.
I see a new world
Where shining light nets
Spread like a shield across the Earth
From east to west and from south to north.
I dream of a world
That has forgotten the old one
With all the insanity and fury -
In which all humans have been purified.
And chastened in real humility
They stand up and move forward.
In this world
True love will
Seize again the hearts of humanity.
Men and elves -
Together we will cure every wound
That we once stroke ourselves
and our world in limitless rage.
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If you have always wanted to know what your dream might have as meaning, I will tell you. Tell me your dream and I will tell who you are and how you are. Every dream has a significant message and should not be ignored.
Of course, I am obliged to silence. I have worked for some time as online interpreter but requests were growing over my head
I will start another trial. You cannot imagine how many people can be helped just by telling them what is bothering them and how to confront these problems.
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Was bleibt.Was bleibt am Ende stehen.
Dessen was Dein gewesen ist,
Dessen was Du geschaffen geglaubt hast,
Dessen deine Taten gar frei von Dir waren und bleiben,
obwohl du doch gar nicht bist.
Zu glauben es wäre Bedeutung in dem, was am Ende noch steht,
obwohl doch zeitgleich du nicht mehr bist als die Gesamtheit dessen,
was mit Dir untergeht.
Wunder dich nicht.
Steve Rogers | Language SM
Steve looked up to see Clint laughing hysterically staring at his phone though nothing could be heard coming from it. Furrowing his brows he opened his mouth to say something but Natasha beat him to it. “Clint, is that [Name]?” She saunters over standing behind Clint, a grin lights up her face as she lifts her hands making quick gestures laughing at Clint’s scowl. A soft giggle comes from the phone Steve’s curiosity piqued.
Natasha’s eyes flick up briefly catching Steve running his fingers along the half-completed sentence on his forearm a habit he started subconsciously when Bucky found his soulmate. Natasha taps Clint on the shoulder gesturing to Steve looking curiously at them. “Sign,” Clint calls out, shaking his head Steve’s lips turn down, “What?”
“ASL, American sign language, where you speak with your hands,” Clint signs as he is speaking to Steve Natasha grinning he stares in wonder. “Clint is
Seeing him again
What should I do if I see him again? If our path crossed once again.
Should I be happy?
Should I be sad?
Should I cry a litre of tears?
Should I laugh for falling for him?
Should I be mad at myself?
Will my chest hurt again?
Will the time stop once more if I look in his eyes?
I tried to forget about him after all these years, I really did!
I tried loving someone else but it felt like it wasn't right.
My mind forgot about him but a piece of myself and my heart wasn't able to move on.
I thought it was a merely obsession but it wasn't!
What should I do? Tell me!
Now that he is standing a feet away from me, why is he wearing a surprised look on his face filled with mixed emotions?
Why is my feet rooted in this spot while he is walking towards me?
Why can't my eyes leave his?
Will he still remember me after all these years even if it's only my name?
Should I forgive him for befriending me and suddenly disappearing?
No! Don't come any closer! But my voice won't come out.
He called my name. I
This Story Ends With Me Still Rowing (A Cento)frankly, i think i'm worse for
this kissing, for hours buzzing
and looking for you as
if these foreign postmarks
were meant for me, nor
this calendar, nor the
pulse. it was only important to
mumble your guilty love - white
thick and impossible to chew - while
your ears die. there are no prayers
here. they were spanked alive by
some doctor of folly. i am not a judge,
or a psychologist (a cigar can be
a cigar), a dead potato, a coffin
to lie in; this room is not a temple
but an outhouse, or is it
a drop of urine, i say
aloud - those nonsense
things one says in bed. i have
become a vase you can pick
up or drop at will. i am only
pissing on the doorstep, all
naked, wounding God with
his blue face, God dressed
up like a whore doing reference
work in sin, to spite you,
you wallowing seasick
grounded man. and death
looks on with a casual eye but
i can't. we live in a cold climate and i
am snow, snow, snow smothering your
mountain. i will dance in my dire
clothes and you will
Languages To The SoulTelepathic languages to the soul
lost long ago,
ancient in legend,
Spirits of long ago
tells a story
in the imagination
of the great gap
to the generation
as they connect
in that space where some forget,
Remembering those past lives,
Completing those lessons
that a heart needs,
Asking questions that forever meet
only in its answer,
The answer of life
and the souls that have passed on
to the unknown,
For this lesson reveals answers
if we know ourself,
We understand the past
and of the great things
that have come before us,
Teaching us the wisdom that we need,
Showing us patience
which sometimes is somehow forgotten,
But in that simplicity
we share the sun.
Sacred InsightFire bright
in the night
and stars whispered
those secrets spirits reveal
only in the ghostdance,
Winds howl in desperation
meant for those who understand nature's call,
Languages touched in rhythms
made by our own bodies,
Fevered whirlwinds completed in a pitch of time,
Beneath the sky
for all to see,
And for any who want to participate,
Visions celebrated in a hunger
within our souls,
Sacred within our own insight.
And The Soul Is Met Past A DreamWithin the light of the stars
and the moon
of those journeys and quests
met only in a revelation
where enlightenment touches
And awakens your soul
transcending your thoughts
to a world of indescribable
yearning and desire,
Proclaiming to your heart
the gift of love and the gift of life,
Undoubtedly you fall into it,
soothe the mystique
in a passionate fire,
Voluptuous only in time,
Cool past an echo
where your shadows whispers
only a song,
And the soul is met past a dream
for what I see in your eyes
touches in the wind
and the silence meets those images forever kept.
Otherworld DreamingMaiden, when you’re sleeping
Do you see them in the sky?
Drifting shapes of unicorns
Bring joy while romping by!
Mother, when you’re dreaming
Do they walk within your mind
Lifting you from dreariness
Contentedness to find?
Youth, when you are seeking
Are unicorns on your trail?
Their presence brings you courage
So your ventures never fail!
Father, do you know them?
Ghostly shapes within your thoughts
Unicorn whispers of things beyond
Those battles that must be fought.
Wise One, do you see them?
Is that the smile on your face?
You, you do know better, though…
You can see their Otherworld Place.
Drifting through the worlds
Between Nature’s thoughts
It’s the Otherworld Unicorns
A glimpse of which you’ve caught.
Avengers x Child!Reader Starter You sighed as you followed your kindergarten class up yet another stair case. How tall could one building be? Your teacher warned you that Stark Towers was a tall building and that the field trip was going to be all day, but you didn't take her seriously until now. The class couldn't take the elevators in fear that someone would get left behind through the two trips they would have to take to get all the class onto the next floor. You groaned softly to yourself as your small hands tighten on the straps on your back-pack. Twenty-two 4 year olds on the top floor of the tallest tower in New York. What could go wrong?
You where suddenly bumped out of your thoughts when one of the larger boys in your grade bumped into you, causing you to fall to the ground. "Meanie..." you grumbled softly and tried to push yourself up, when the same boy simply pushed your back down and started to laugh. "what ya gonna do about it!? you gonna go run to your mommy?" he laughed
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