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Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

Munia Khan

Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them up to greet with a bucketful of reality.
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Bucket Dreamer Dreams Greet Nightmare Reality
A moment’s beginning ends in a moment
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Break Up Moments One Liner
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
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Growth Root Tree Words Writing
A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.
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Footstep Inspirational Lost Remember Road Trace
I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
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Breath Fall Glimmer Lifetime Light Loneliness Ocean Rise
My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself.
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Bore Shadow Walk
A mind can bleed a heart to death.
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Bleed Death Heart Mind One Liner
All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.
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Cloud Hide Inspirational Moon Ocean Shadow Stars Sun Tide
No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.
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Beautiful Live Positive Ugly
Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.
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Broken Heart Fragile Glass
Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.
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Beat Distance Heart Love Missing Unite
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
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Desire Lake Quiet Silence Swan
Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.
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Cure Darkness Moon Scars Smile Unseen
Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.
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Change Color Dry Flower Help Love Petal
Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.
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Bird Curel Feather Kind Soft
You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.
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Fall Rise Shore Tide Touch

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

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