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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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Andrea Eygenraam

When I Open My Heart To Love – part two

When I open my heart to love I feel unsure and almost close it back up again I've been hurt so many times before But I don't want my heart to grow cold Turn to ice with a wall around... Continue Reading →

Open My Heart to Love

When I opened my heart to love I felt my world expand My body felt lighter I wasn't lost in my own mind My mind, usually lost spinning But when I opened my heart to love I saw the blue... Continue Reading →

Tornado Thoughts

Chaos in my head My thoughts are a tornado Reeking havoc wherever they go Memories I shouldn't be remembering Feelings I shouldn't be feeling So I stuff them down Bury them deep and ignore them Just one more bite, it'll... Continue Reading →

My Soul Speaks to Me

The words my soul speaks to me seem clouded I'm not sure if they are coming at me too fast Or if they are in a language I don't understand yet The more I try to figure them out The... Continue Reading →

As I looked through the window

As I looked through the window I saw pictures flash like a slideshow The window became a video screen for my life Some of the pictures were hard to see Some I wanted to linger on longer I wasn't sure... Continue Reading →

Forest of My Soul

The leaves crinkled under my feet as I walked through the forest. Fall had come late this year. The water levels were low in the river, which increased the ripples and splashes over the rounded worn down rocks. The path,... Continue Reading →

Serenity

I thought I saw a small rabbit Off by the edge of the forest He poked his little head around the rock But as he startled me, so I must have him I sat quietly on my back porch Overlooking... Continue Reading →

Book of My Life

When I open the book of my life The pages await I scan through the pages Scribbled in a hurry is some of my writing Some I don't even recognize as mine And seem to be written by someone else... Continue Reading →

I Dare Not Breathe

Hanging onto the rope for dear life The illusion of control hangs in the balance In denial that I cannot orchestrate everything Because that's the only way I can feel safe Hanging onto the rope makes me feel Like I'm... Continue Reading →

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