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Spoons of seas sail to Islands where meals hail Rippling flush of divine renewal course blessings
Being drowned in the state of utter despair Blubbering and shedding a dozen of tear Unable to speak, I was joyless and sad Then he arrived, making me blissful & glad Grasping my hand, with sparkle in eyes
So What IGNITES The SPARK That FUELS Creative Art ... ??? Sometimes It's Simply Chat That Brings Creations Back ... !!! To The Mind of a Man Who Has ... Creative Plans ...
People don't understand her. Born from the ashes, her eyes shine like embers. A spark ignites in her soul. Her heart, a continuous burning coal. Her passion burns brighter than her fears.
I can only remember two times my heart skipped a beat from loving someone.
Each morning starts with a spark “Thank-you” as each foot steps onto the floor Remembering that days are better Starting with gratitude
What keeps me feelin good? Her lively bark and Her puppy spark. My puppy is my heart.
A question rises out of the dark, Spoken quickly, it darts like a spark Into the ears of waiting minds And behind closed eyes the question lies: "For what purpose each day do you rise?"
A spark to ignite a great flame The oxygen to a fire Even stronger than all my fears Hope... All I need to light my path.
There was a girl who stared into mirror. She stared at the mirror all day. What she saw was a powerful, bright young woman. With this woman she was at the height of her future. Then the girl said, "This is me."
Myself is the way, gone astray-no way.
it escapes me
What's in the shadows?What's in the dark?What's tucked away,in infinite thoughts?What is unspoken?What is away?In the mind ofa person,what don't they say?
Answer me when I question you.
My reflection stares at me, it reminds me of all the things I've done to be where I'm at today. All it takes is one daily reminder of all the things I've been through in life and how I managed to overcome everything. That reminder is a spark.
I glanced through the crowdThere you stoodAnd from across the smoky roomI could feel your heartbeatPerfectly synchronized with mine
Reasons I write, there are many Firstly there are no rules I write what I want How I want Even so, I pay attention to spelling And that pesky grammar I write to express my views