

My Secret GardenAs I walk through doors of wood and stained glass, my fingers trace the grooves of the engravings.My Secret Garden
A flaming sward of brilliant colors pictured in the glass tries to keep me from entering a beautiful garden.
I step into the cold dirt and walk the path created for me. The plants brush against my skin and a birds song is interrupted by silence.
I bring the sin of a human into the garden of Eden.
To believe that such places of harmony exist
is to step into a world of magic and myths. But there are still places here on earth;
the forest, jungles, and gardens of ea


Soul matesIn my mind there's a picture: two lovers combined soul mates together forever entwined. before they were born and after they've died a star crossed matchSoul mates
never untied. You be him and I will be her,
together we will be what we always were.


Frozen AngelFrozen AngelFrozen Angel
I went home for the holiday and it was gone.
There in the yard where my tree used to be stood a statue all covered in ice.
Her frozen eyes knew nothing of the promise we carved in the tree.
Her cement hands felt nothing of the warmth you once gave me.
Her heart, if she had one was made of stone.
And Id give anything to be her, to not feel so alone.
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Joanne Renaud
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'Sea turtles, mate, a pair of them strapped to my feet.'~~ Will Turner
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Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?
Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.
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"In thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, Dread came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake."
Job 4:13-14
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