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My second micro story
“12 poemes” és un recull de dotze poemes publicat anyalment per Grosella i Grandalla des de l'any dos mil deu. Aquest producte editorial és la continuació de la secció web “Poem of the Month”, creada l'any dos mil vuit al subdomini g3.gg02echo.net.
It was the night before the train explosion. Crystal was running to the train, she was about to miss it. Then mike put a flower in her pocket. They kissed. she made It just in time. Crystal took the flower out it was a...
she woke up who, what, where, why, and how. Her clue to everything, a flower.
( The funny story of a girl in love who loses her mind.)
Love is shown in your deed, it is not just shown in your words.
Love is something you do, it is not just something you aspire.
If you love with a love, that is more than love.
Since 2012 I walk regularly to the ruins Wohldenberg and I almost always have my camera and my binoculars it. The result was a collection of images that I have collected in my BILDBAND No. I "The ruin Wohldenberg and the seasons." With the latest photo material, I have now worked out a further BILDBAND No. II for the year 2013.
This is a collection of poetry about romantic notions and dream fulfillment. The idea of reaching out to those who may seem unlovable is also explored.
As you sow, so shall you reap, though in some cases nothing grows at all but the satisfaction of knowing you planted it.
As the birds flew through the sky passing through the rays of light their flapping wings were quick to catch his attention. Shades of red, blue, green, and black filled the space around him with different flowers and trees.
My second micro story
“12 poemes” és un recull de dotze poemes publicat anyalment per Grosella i Grandalla des de l'any dos mil deu. Aquest producte editorial és la continuació de la secció web “Poem of the Month”, creada l'any dos mil vuit al subdomini g3.gg02echo.net.
It was the night before the train explosion. Crystal was running to the train, she was about to miss it. Then mike put a flower in her pocket. They kissed. she made It just in time. Crystal took the flower out it was a...
she woke up who, what, where, why, and how. Her clue to everything, a flower.
( The funny story of a girl in love who loses her mind.)
Love is shown in your deed, it is not just shown in your words.
Love is something you do, it is not just something you aspire.
If you love with a love, that is more than love.
Since 2012 I walk regularly to the ruins Wohldenberg and I almost always have my camera and my binoculars it. The result was a collection of images that I have collected in my BILDBAND No. I "The ruin Wohldenberg and the seasons." With the latest photo material, I have now worked out a further BILDBAND No. II for the year 2013.
This is a collection of poetry about romantic notions and dream fulfillment. The idea of reaching out to those who may seem unlovable is also explored.
As you sow, so shall you reap, though in some cases nothing grows at all but the satisfaction of knowing you planted it.
As the birds flew through the sky passing through the rays of light their flapping wings were quick to catch his attention. Shades of red, blue, green, and black filled the space around him with different flowers and trees.