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 Jan 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma
To know that silence
Is just a pause
A pause to water the cracks in the dry earth
For the shoot to breathe a sigh of relief
Be tickled by the gentle breeze
A tiny shadow under the sun
It takes nurturing to see the plant bloom
And silence to experience
The stillness of the calm
 Jan 2022
brian odongo
"what's your religion?"
he asked.

"love is my religion"
I replied.

"so, where is your church?"

"the earth is my church".
 Dec 2021
Yousra Amatullah
We don't like keeping in the dark
Thus, we sleep at nighttime
Only when the brightness of the sun kisses our lands, we wake up

Like flowers, turning towards the sun
In order to grow

It's almost as if we're eager to forget that seeds grow healthy long before they're greeted by the sun
It's almost as if we're eager to forget that we're always in need of darkness in each of our lives

Flowers absorb their nutrition out of the dark, like humans, only to grow stronger

Thus, we sleep at nighttime
Only to run towards His light as soon as possible
'With hardship, there is ease'
 Dec 2021
Strying
you glisten in the sunlight,
and glow in the moonlight,
you're my compass,
my direction in life,
the beat in my heart,
and the sparkle in my eyes.
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ love you☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
꧁•⊹٭𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢,
𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 & caring 𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 ,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢٭⊹•꧂

ミ★ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 ★彡

𝚆𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜,

𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖,𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤..
"But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝”- Hazel Grace Lancaster
I love those lines..so much....❤️
John green is amazing!!
Okay?
 Dec 2021
guy scutellaro
the clock smiles
and it is a sad smile

and coming through an open window
tiny red eyes on dainty feet
scurries around
the 4 corners of my prison  

where the dice roll
but never fall

 so,

hold on,

st christopher
former saint
taken off the calendar

O lost angel
guardian angel

say a prayer for me,

and like the shadows
thrown by the corner boys
as sunset approaches

i'll follow you down

into the tall
grass
where the lions wait
for wounded
dreamers

can you spare
a little faith???

O, st christopher

I ve been locked up
way too long
in this crazy world

please.

tell me.

how far is heaven?
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