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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

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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Breathe Happiness Hold Myself Opportunity See Skin
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
Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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Lion Myself Run Silence Time
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.
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Break Up Easy Love Reading Relationship Story Yourself
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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Break Eclipse Heart Heart Broken Journey Sun
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
It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Hands Myself Save Time
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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Blanket Day Hope Morning Return Stage
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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Leadership Myself Rainbow Sun Tears
I wish for a world where our hearts could be seen on the outside and we acred more about what our love looked like than our faces.
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Face Heart Love Ourselves World
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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Hold Let Go Myself Perfection Rain
Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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Different Freedom Love Myself World
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
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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Face Hair Myself Ourselves Remember Snow Song Wind
I am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
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Darkness Forest Kind Scare Vulnerability Wild
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

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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