Don’t be the devil to me
Love me instead
Don’t close your heart, sweetheart
Let tenderness spread …
Love me in fragments
If you can’t love me whole
But don’t vanish, my darling
Leaving scars on my soul …
I’m truly enjoying the area I’m living in—Chigwell, a suburban town in Essex. As someone once said, “Home is not a place, it’s a feeling,” and this place has captured that sentiment perfectly for me. It’s this perfect blend of town and country, with charming Georgian houses and picturesque weather-boarded cottages that make every walk feel like a step back in time. And I think I can walk here for hours ….
Walking is healing to me; it’s my savior, my way of life. Certainly I can walk for hours, especially with music playing. Sometimes I even find myself talking as I walk, or certain words pop into my mind, and I jot them down. Later, I write based on what I felt when I made those notes. It happens every time …
I’d love to share the songs I’ve been listening to lately while walking. Though my taste in music keeps evolving, these tracks have really stuck with me …
Ever wonder how music can change the rhythm of your thoughts?
Roksana Tales 
Scars are always painful with peace 🕊️
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Lovely poem ma’am
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Thank you Mr.
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It looks like a lovely area, Roksana. I’ve been lucky enough to visit family in London, but didn’t have the opportunity to venture into the countryside. Maybe next time.
Music does change my mood, or I listen to music to fit my mood. If I’m feeling down I can listen to upbeat music to lift my spirits. Sometimes a bit of lyric catches my attention and sends my thoughts down a different path. Music has so much power. I think it’s possibly the most power art form.
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