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It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

Munia Khan

Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world.
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Animal Human Wild World
Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.
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Fountain Love Spring Thrist Winter
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
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Beauty Breath Cold Moon
Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.
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Dance Embrace Frozen Heart Heartache Joy Movement Rtythm Stars Twinkle
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
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
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Heart Soul Wrap
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
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
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
Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.
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Broken Heart Fragile Glass
Protect your dreams from your nightmare.
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Dreams Nightmare One Liner Protection
A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes.
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Eyes Heart Mind
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
A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.
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Birth Darkness Death Farewell Shadow
You will never feel alone, if you run down the stairs of loneliness; as every solitary step becomes your companion.
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Alone Companion Inspirational Loneliness Stairs
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

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

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