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If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

Munia Khan

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.
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Bird Curel Feather Kind Soft
You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.
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Beauty Brace Grave Moon Night Sad Soul
Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.
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Broken Heart Fragile Glass
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
It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.
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Bee Cruel Death Deep Honey Ignorance
If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.
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Cold Help Helpess Season Winter
Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.
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Cat Cry Dog Happiness Mirror Pet Reflection Sad Smile
A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.
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Birth Darkness Death Farewell Shadow
I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.
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Chase Darkness Depression Shadow
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
Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world.
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Animal Human Wild World
Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls.
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never Regret Rock Sad Tears Waterfall
Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.
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Cure Darkness Moon Scars Smile Unseen
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
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Growth Root Tree Words Writing
Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.
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Departure Memories Welcome
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

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

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