If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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Morning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
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There is no road less travelled than the one that leads into the sea. But the waves will always take you to where you need to be.
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Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.
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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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I am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
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Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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There is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.
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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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I stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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