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You and I
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium
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You and I
By Peter S. Quinn
You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze
You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct
You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium
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You and I
By Peter S. Quinn
You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze
You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct
You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
© 2010 - Ben Heine
Together
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Sache
Par Ben Heine
Au lever du jour coule une larme,
Une de ces larmes versée pour une femme,
Une de ces femmes qui rayonne comme une fleur.
Et sans elle mon chagrin demeure.
Je pourrais sombrer
Ou alors m'éloigner,
Mais je l'aime ma belle,
Le futur nous appelle.
C'est le souffle de l'amour,
Un flux, un va et vient,
Un cycle, une chanson, un refrain.
Ensemble pour toujours.
Par Ben Heine
Au lever du jour coule une larme,
Une de ces larmes versée pour une femme,
Une de ces femmes qui rayonne comme une fleur.
Et sans elle mon chagrin demeure.
Je pourrais sombrer
Ou alors m'éloigner,
Mais je l'aime ma belle,
Le futur nous appelle.
C'est le souffle de l'amour,
Un flux, un va et vient,
Un cycle, une chanson, un refrain.
Ensemble pour toujours.
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