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Angela Nature Dec 2015
None of our days have a price.. they are as priceless as they are for us and us alone. And if they are not valuable, that's up to us . Days can be illusions that are just passing by.
Many days are those we don't even remember, although some of them can carve deep within ourselves. Our days don't have a price. Our days are  what we make of them. Sometimes they get swallowed through a pool of blood and other times they swim freely in a pool of hope. Ensure you make your days your own and don't let them be taken, as they are yours and just for you.
Angela Nature Dec 2015
Help me......
Help me understand the way my mind wonders.
Help me ....
Help me assimilate the wrong way of the World
Help me.......
Help me comprehend my uncontrolled thoughts
Help me......
Help me tame the wild wine running through my veins
Help me.....
Help me maintain a sane insanity, because it can be achieved.
Help me be myself without feeling guilt.
Help me deal with this unacceptable Society, on where everything is implanted as if we were only flesh without a soul.
On where the material counts more than any feelings
And where  darkness is wrongly  seen as harm.
Where love is overlooked because of its intangible state
Help me moreover, to  want to stay.
Because sometimes it seems it was not meant to be,  as many bad effects and sorrows carve deeply inside  through me .
I have a hard time wanting to live in a Society on where only the material matters..., when there is so much  else to give and take.
Angela Nature Dec 2015
Feeling the gentle touch of the Sun's rays on my skin,
I remember the moment when I had you for the first time. 
  The intensity of the heat of your body near mine,
turns fiery as I transport myself years into the past
To revive the time when you first touched me, with your ardent eyes.
Your hidden love stamped my heart and nested  inside it, forever asleep.
Somehow my mind didn't know it, but my heart oh yes!  it did.  
Frozen time merged and melted with a helplessly dark present. And as immense love poured all over, we were one;  you and I.
Angela Nature Dec 2015
And so the winds whisper loud laments Between the trees, without intent.
As they sorrowfully  and slightly bend
In a slow and heavy dance.
Among this darkness, much light awaits,
Giving path to  sacred hope
That eventually, will reign at its best.

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