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She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.

Daniela Senick

Some people don’t even know, how precious they are. That they carry heart of gold inside their chest, and enchant us every day with their shining light.
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Carry Chest Day Enchant Gold Heart Light People Precious Shine
When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.
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Brave Fall Important Inspirational Knees Power Strength Weak Yourself
Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.
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Art Beautiful Heart Moon Scars Shine Teaching Yourself
They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
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Chaos Fall Poetry Run
She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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Feel Herself Man Poetry Word
I closed my eyes held my face towards the sky and prayed inwardly for strength to grow. And suddenly it began to rain.
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Close Eyes Face Growth Nature Power Pray Rain Sky Strength Universe
If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.
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Deal Herself Hurricane Life Understand Yourself
I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
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Always Brave Deep Enough Strong
Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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Heart Herself Love Passion Soul
You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.
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Body Hide Poetry Word Writing
Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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Broken Heart Destiny One Liner Poetry
Whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.
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Feel Fire Glow Myself Paper Pen Poetry Sensual Thought Yourself
Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.
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Different Feeling Head Heart Myself Read Writing
LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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Listen Silence Speak Volume
In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
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Alive Creation Death Eternity Forever Poet Poetry Soul Stay Word
Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.
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Chaos Head Heart Scar Sense Soul Thought Writing

She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.

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She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.

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