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.
TERAZA FAULKNERYou’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
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If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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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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Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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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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Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
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Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.
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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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