Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
TERAZA FAULKNERLike a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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I stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
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She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.
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We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.
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The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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There is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.
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I am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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Morning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
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