Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Spoken by the heart carried by the wind.




The hand types mere words,
the souls breathes life into them.
 
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My heart speaks a language
that is unequivocally the truth.

 
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No matter how far my feet can carry me,
my mind carries me further.

 
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The author writes the book, the editor proof rereads,
but ultimately the story of life lies in the hands
of circumstance, choice and fate.
 
 
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If I could choose the moment when time stood still...
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We don't get a chance to appreciate the ease of going down hill,
until we overcome the struggle of treading up hill.
 
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Everyone is worthy of love,
only some people don't believe it.
 
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Every person I meet has a page,
you my love have the book.
 
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The stars are  merely a tool that guides me to you.
 
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There is no denying what is in my heart.
 
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