Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
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If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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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.
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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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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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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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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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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.
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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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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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