My sweet obode
A picture in Vogue
That warm feeling on a familiar road
Talking in morse code
Like the rising sun
The rising race
The rising place
Getting ready for the run
Childrens book Idea
'Cuddlemoon'
Saying goodnight,I dream of the moon
I dream of getting there by balloon
I come gently to the door
Mum,I had a bad dream,Im sure
I dreamt I was being chased by Jaws
Friend of God
New Years
A warm request
May someone take interest
May it be the very best
I dont wanna feel like a mess or less
The much-loved supermarket isle
The Christmas isle
Follow the signs
Sometimes you have to be blind!
Listen,Ships,Morse
Titanic I love the most
The dancer she is
Twirling and twirling,give her a kiss
Grant her a wish
Works
The land of story-books
Australia
That sunlit aura
Blue skies and the water
Opal stones,way purer
Kangeroos and Koalas
Plastic covered dollars
The barbecues and amazing views
Noone makes soup like you,its true
A lunchtime interlude
Very special
A single petal
Or a hundred on the bed
Im ready to settle
Anxious loving eyes
My heart cries
I really hate goodbyes
A part of me dies
When I am with you
My streaming eyes,
Become beaming eyes
Blossom trees and squirrels
Roses and hero's
The sunny house
Penned for him
Just like a hymn
Our story is about to begin
Like fresh linen
The dreamer slept
The dreamer wept
In emotional debt
Thy deep design
As new as petal
A baby settles
Moments that are very special
And when a baby talks and coos
I wanna be in their mothers shoes
Berry-fields
I picked strawberries but I didnt pick grapes
Wondering what I could make
Morning twitterings
Morning glittering
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