“She is a rose, who is protected by the fireflies.”

I am a canvas, that I design with colors of identity to madness filled masterpiece of worthiness.

There are those, whose existence drains your life, so never let them rule you.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

The sunset on the beach, calls to her, opens your aura, and releases the power of peace in the air.

His palm held the tear, that had tore him down into shards.

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Her dreams, visions, and goals were in love with her, they beautifully came to life.

Smile and let the one whose existence sparks you, be the generator of your precious curving of the mouth.

You make my life meaningful, she smiled at the woman looking at her in the mirror.

Her delicate shoulders held mountains of pressure but her soul was far more strong than the depth-filled ocean.

Health is a wealth that is irreplaceable and we only realize its value when it starts failing.

She touched the curves of letters that made art on her paper, knowing too well that they will give shape to the smiles of her admirers.

Looking at her, you would feel she was a porcelain doll with eyes full of fire and flames of life, that washed her away from the air bubbles of uncertainty.

If you look at her she is plain and white, blink your eyes and look again, she is filled with every color of this universe embedded in simplicity.

She has a bunny, that sleeps on her palm, he wished it was his hand in her palm instead.

Whatever the history of U.S. intervention in Iraq, our priorities now should be to protect our people and defend our national security interests, not to try to resolve an intractable religious divide some 1,500 years in the making.

When you have a daughter, you want to protect her from the things that I’ve seen out there, you know, the things that’s out there that ain’t good for her. It’s a crazy world we live in.

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights recognizes that ‘if man is not to be compelled to have recourse, as a last resort, to rebellion against tyranny and oppression’, human rights should be protected by the rule of law.

I’m just getting better and better. It’s just like a bunch of worker bees protecting the king bee, because I’m not a queen bee. I’m a king bee.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there’s nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.

They must be resolved on the highest plane of national interest if our course is to prove sound and our future protected. I trust, therefore, that you will do me the justice of receiving that which I have to say as solely expressing the considered viewpoint of a fellow American.

Against my protests a mausoleum was built on the Red Square, a monument unbecoming and offensive to the revolutionary consciousness.