I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
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You’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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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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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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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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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
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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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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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