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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.

Teraza Faulkner

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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Darkness Forest Kind Scare Vulnerability Wild
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

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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Leadership Myself Rainbow Sun Tears
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Beyond Fade Love Night Return
Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Darkness Enough Fade Hope Light Pain Time
We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
TERAZA FAULKNER

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
Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Day Growth Love Myself Relationship Thinking Wonder Yourself
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Face Hair Myself Ourselves Remember Snow Song Wind
Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Eyes Flow Hard Time Hide Pain
The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Heart Kissing Love Myself Night Sky Sun
Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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Heart Herself Love Music Skin Tired
It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Intense Past Rain Relationship Sex Story
We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Attention Light Night Ourselves
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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Escape Prison Waste Wild
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

Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.

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