There are a hundred reasons
For me to leave
Not a single reason
Forces me to stay
And yet I look at
The lanes
The memories they hold
The dreams I saw
The promises I made
And the hurt I felt
And a smile curves on my lips
Because there was never a decision
That I had to make
In my heart
I always knew
I am forever
Going to stay
A Shade Of Pen 
Chit chat …..yes relieves me a lot…..there is no bigger pull and push in life than memories, very simple to read and understand, lovely piece.
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aww thank you and yes memories keep us going even when reality puts a break 🙂
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Vakkert💓💓💓
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awww… thank you 🙂 how have you been doing..?
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😃Jeg som skal takke💗 Har vært på ferie😃vært koselig😃hvordan er det med deg? Du skriver så fantastisk💗
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Takk du.. du er alltid så bra med salmer.. Håper du hadde en flott tid på din ferie
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😃💗Tusen takk😃 har du gjort noe gøy?😃
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Jeg er merkelige på mange måter … jeg bli skremt enkelt.. og jeg ler som en dåre.. slags oppsummerer mitt moro..
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😃💗fantastisk😃
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i really do not know how right my translations are.. i simply use Google.. but i think it coveys the emotions.. it makes me feel good to reply in Norwegian 🙂
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😃Er veldig bra😃 gøy du skriver på norsk😃
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Jeg er glad du liker det også. Det er gøy og jeg plukket noen få ord for
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😃Kjempe bra😃Takk😃
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Where the trees unfurl their leaves by the water’s edge 🙂 where the boats of plenty, gather on the ebbing tide 🙂
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now this is a befitting line to begin a duet.. 🙂
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Where the trees unfurl their leaves by the water’s edge, where the boats of plenty, gather on the ebbing tide. You can hear her song, A voice to the water’s music, as she sits upon the sun drenched earth, Penning lines clothed in a watered silk verse, While small breezes swirl their dance just beyond her feet, Where the final page, it catches on the wind, Taking flight lifting up above the rippling air, Out across the water as a sail to the sun, Her giving chase as her feet stumble through the water, To catch the paper sail as she slips beneath the blue, Holding high aloft her words to the morning weather, When her feet raise her up above her reflection, Clung close to by the liquid blue, To wade her way to the warmth of shore, Once more to pen, rest, wait to dry, a few final words to the morning’s rays 🙂
Share how it begins, show us what happens between the lines above, and take our hand to deliver us a close, beyond the sight above. 🙂
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you amaze me Sean always… will you mind if i copy whole of it.. add some of my lines in b/w and post it as a duet after running it by you..?
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Sure, go ahead..
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will do it SOON 🙂
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[…] The Choice […]
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