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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.

Teraza Faulkner

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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Choice Garden Love Ourselves Patience Season Time
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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Dance Flower Kiss Love Nature Wind
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Journey Leadership Need Road Travel Yourself
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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Believe Distance Greatness Myself Sky Walk
Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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Distance Fade Love Myself Sun
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
I’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
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Break Fly Heart Lost Love Myself
I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
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Breathe Happiness Hold Myself Opportunity See Skin
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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Attention Light Night Ourselves
Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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Blood Feeling Heart Myself Road
If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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Letters Name Scars Wound Yourself
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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End Heart Remember Wild Yourself
Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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Day Growth Love Myself Relationship Thinking Wonder Yourself
The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Branch Myself Tree
A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Flower Growth Myself Plant
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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Home Mom Myself Nature Stand

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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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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