The old stone breakwater
Proudly juts from Portugal
Almost to Brazil.

Alone, our legs dangle

Believe in this Young apple seeds
The tale of the young burners is hard to tell
So I reach from my

A beautiful melody, the haunting
song of you in me scaling my mind,
strum your truth in me, your

How could I be so dumb
Thinking that I would have more fun
Until I realised what I had

It's a time for giving
And receiving
A time when people come
And always leaving

Glad to see

I feel like a mocking bird stealing
someone else’s song.

I want to feel unique in my own

Infatuated eyes to his soul
Capturing unseen, unfeeling;
Wondering notions,tuneful
Steer them to

Everything is within walking distance
if you just take the time
to move past the distance
and the

Home isn't where you were raised.
Home isn't the four walls you grew up in.
Home is a place where

Seeing and craving the morning
And simple delight
I sit where I feel the crimson waves
I feel

Love to me is something that can't be bought,
Love to me is when you go as far as you can for

Quiet...
ET and me
No profanity,
No words at all.
Love and respect
Finally, our

I was just looking at the children at my mother’s daycare
They were starring at a fence and saying

Time was moving fast, like my friend's car
Don't remember where we were going, near or far
And

Being on my own is my happiness
Not a second lonely with bird chorus,
Angry squirrel, shy rabbit

It was raining this morning,
Pesky little drops were everywhere
I somehow maneuvered my

It was a rustic old house where a saw you
Old, a little bleak
Strong and beautiful
And definitely

Words are all I have,
still feeling the richest,
happiest on earth.
Can reach the world,
and you

the sun sinks lower

in the afternoon sky

a chill breeze cuffs

my face lightly

whisking

Leave sad mode,
Click "happiness"
Resist the temptation
Move at a snail's pace.
Smiles are on

When the sun shines on the snow
When all the birds chirp in a chorus
When I don't know the answers

When you are hurt
When you are lonely
just fly home!
Home is happiness
Nothing less
Home is

Hope is my anchor and rock,
Without hope life would be so dark and grim,
Visions of the

Fly to sunrise
dream of sunset
through winds
clouds and rain.
Smile to your life:
scatter

Winds intertwine
with sun rays,
spring colours shine,
hearts ablaze...
A face of happiness
not

Running over the hills
through wild flowers
knee- high green grass
West wind on my face
excited,

There is no love that is stronger than the one I know
It has filled my heart with hope as it

May your days be filled with smiles
May your smiles lead to laughter
May your laughter shared with

Just the name gives me peace
a beautiful day in tranquility...
Sorrows, anxiety, worries

When poppies cover the fields
I will remember you.
When poppies in the wind
bend and

There is no training involved. No manuals
to confidently inform you where to attach
what part.Or

Look at the skies, the birds around
Sit still and listen to nature
The breeze no, no, the harsh

Let happiness fill your heart
shed tears for your loss.
know that life goes on
make sure it goes

I have the blues today!
I am feeling so down,
I need your loving smile,
To lift me up again.
I

Walking through the green lanes of nature
Full of hope, expectations, and pure joy
Admiring the

Before lively flames
of cracking dry wood
Shiny eyes, warm feet
a feast on senses sweet

Joy

I walked in mist of mind and madness 
Down and black in vein
And felt a sickly cynic

There’s something magical,
when the soft sunlight
filters through the slits in your window,
the

i wanted to fix that one thing ,
i protected for so long

day ends in sadness
dusk carries melancholy
daybreak happiness

Flowers around us
Bring happiness to weekend
Scented, colourful...

Ah you are here, not a moment too soon.
That's how I feel when you walk in the room.
You have no

A beautiful melody,

In the darkest night I pray for you
In the deepest ocean I waited for you
In the sweetest dream I

Every battle you fight, fight and support those in pain
Wipe apart every living anguish and

Isn’t it good to know that everything follows the pattern?
That we are snug and secure in our

Some days I wonder if there will ever be more,
A preconceived notion of happiness doesn’t