You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.
TERAZA FAULKNERYou are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.
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Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
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We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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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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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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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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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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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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We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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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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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.
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She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.
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