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Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

Munia Khan

Do not feel sad for your tears as rocks never regret the waterfalls.
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never Regret Rock Sad Tears Waterfall
If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
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Growth Root Tree Words Writing
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
A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.
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Birth Darkness Death Farewell Shadow
Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.
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Heaven Lantern Light Moon
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
No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.
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Beautiful Live Positive Ugly
The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.
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Alive Dead Heart Love
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
When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!
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Dreams Hurt Reality Sky Soar
Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.
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Fountain Love Spring Thrist Winter
Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.
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Departure Memories Welcome
Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.
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Heart Soul Wrap
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
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

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