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

Munia Khan

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.
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Alive Dead Heart Love
A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes.
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Eyes Heart Mind
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
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Growth Root Tree Words Writing
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
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
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.
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Imagination Outside Poet Rain Roof Writer
If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.
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Dreams Fantasy Rescue Smoke Stop
Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.
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Darkness Light Love
Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world.
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Animal Human Wild World
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
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
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
Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls.
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never Regret Rock Sad Tears Waterfall
Live alone if staying together seems lifeless
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Alone Life Live Togetherness
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.
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Blood Cold Emptiness Fear Vein
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

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

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