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My name is Finn Halloen Jensen, which is also my name on Facebook where I write poetry and small stories. I'm from Denmark and the father of three grown children who have ventured off to different parts of the world. My wife currently lives in Egypt,
**Catching the Rainbow**
In the garden of living, let kindness abound, where laughter is currency, and wisdom is found. Together, we’ll fly on dreams that we spin in the heart of this world; let our journey begin. Finn Halloen Jensen
In the garden of living, let kindness abound, where laughter is currency, and wisdom is found. Together, we’ll fly on dreams that we spin in the heart of this world; let our journey begin. Finn Halloen Jensen
November 24, 2024 at 2:15 AM
**Catching the Rainbow**
In the garden of living, let kindness abound, where laughter is currency, and wisdom is found. Together, we’ll fly on dreams that we spin in the heart of this world; let our journey begin. Finn Halloen Jensen
In the garden of living, let kindness abound, where laughter is currency, and wisdom is found. Together, we’ll fly on dreams that we spin in the heart of this world; let our journey begin. Finn Halloen Jensen
As flowers bloom and eventually wither away, Our spirits cross paths and merge in sweet dreams. Love fills me with laughter, and I reject the notion that death means the end. Love is eternal, and the pain of losing it will bring tears to our eyes. With love, we find comfort and peace.
Halloen
Halloen
November 22, 2024 at 2:46 AM
As flowers bloom and eventually wither away, Our spirits cross paths and merge in sweet dreams. Love fills me with laughter, and I reject the notion that death means the end. Love is eternal, and the pain of losing it will bring tears to our eyes. With love, we find comfort and peace.
Halloen
Halloen
Regardless of religion, gender, or past. May we grant freedom to all and love to all. My heart is a sanctuary for lost souls and weeping spirits, a gathering place for all who seek peace and connection. Brothers and sisters, of the heart, let us united in our shared journey. Finn Halloen Jensen
November 21, 2024 at 10:38 PM
Regardless of religion, gender, or past. May we grant freedom to all and love to all. My heart is a sanctuary for lost souls and weeping spirits, a gathering place for all who seek peace and connection. Brothers and sisters, of the heart, let us united in our shared journey. Finn Halloen Jensen
**The Strength of Love**
Being a loving person doesn't mean being soft or timid; it requires the strength of an eagle and the courage of a lion to truly protect those you care about. Love should never be mistaken for weakness—rather, it empowers you, making you stronger and braver
Being a loving person doesn't mean being soft or timid; it requires the strength of an eagle and the courage of a lion to truly protect those you care about. Love should never be mistaken for weakness—rather, it empowers you, making you stronger and braver
November 19, 2024 at 6:00 AM
**The Strength of Love**
Being a loving person doesn't mean being soft or timid; it requires the strength of an eagle and the courage of a lion to truly protect those you care about. Love should never be mistaken for weakness—rather, it empowers you, making you stronger and braver
Being a loving person doesn't mean being soft or timid; it requires the strength of an eagle and the courage of a lion to truly protect those you care about. Love should never be mistaken for weakness—rather, it empowers you, making you stronger and braver
Freedom to heal from the wounds of the past, freedom to cherish the moments that last. Freedom to love, to give, and to share, freedom to know that our lives are laid bare. In the garden of choice where our spirits can roam, freedom, sweet freedom, whispers, “You’re home.”
November 13, 2024 at 5:58 PM
Freedom to heal from the wounds of the past, freedom to cherish the moments that last. Freedom to love, to give, and to share, freedom to know that our lives are laid bare. In the garden of choice where our spirits can roam, freedom, sweet freedom, whispers, “You’re home.”