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Stefan
May 15, 2010 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

Past Reflected

 A black and white photo display in color

Past moments declared as history

A story written with headings

Every page an image

The story in my head

 

The content of my past

Reflected in the present

The mirror of my soul

The keeper of my feelings

A compass for my future

 

Let me erase the false image 

History coated as me

For in this moment I’m free

No history

Just this moment and me


— Stefan, May 15, 2010
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magics02

16 years 2 months ago

Stefan!!

Just wonderful to read this and to see your face in here again, This is a good flowing poem of yours and I missed your writes alot, I hope you are inspired to again pick up that pen and do what you do with your writings. Hope all is fine and I am happy to see you here and read your muse. Love,Mona x0x0x0x TIME well spent is TIME well lived
judyanne

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

do you go away on retreats stef?

is that why you are away for so long and return with these gems (smile) nominated. wonderful write. love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html
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Stefan

16 years 2 months ago

Hi my friends

Thank you so much for all the kind words. it is good to be back.............i lost my job due to the economical issues in the world. But this was all for the best, because it gave me a better opportunity. I love writing, even if some people think it is not good...........hey but that it is fine. It is as it is...................... Love Whitehealer
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

The thoughts of a king!

Ann of Norway Stefan, good to see you back, and still in form!!! Ah yes we are new each day, we change despite the reflections from the past we become another and then another as the chess game in the head goes on, this move, that move, and when it comes to check mate, who knows what will happen. Love Ann.

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