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Walking against the gravelled path, A book in one hand, the other a staff, The old man walks down the lane, He has not a jumper to protect him from the rain, I offer him mine, But he does...
#acorn #sundayrepost When you lock eyes with a stranger, your worlds connect. Even though you may never see each other again you still entered the others world.
In a city where twisted steel and poured concrete as well as nature collide, I am always moved by the feeling of pride when a single act of humanity exists.
Hello again, and today is Thursday, February 28, 2013. What is there in life without having someone by your side to share that time with you, be it a friend, relative, or lover.
I've always been a hugger giving hugs from my heart within. Some people think its plain silly, other people think it a sin. My arms are always ready in times of sadness or in cheer.
Looks can be deceiving And very misleading Hearts can find love Floating like a dove Eyes can see afar Making a wish upon a star Ears can sense any sound Following noise around A touch cause us...
Touched by her eyes, Inside the city lights, My eyes could not let go, Staring at the ground where you sit and cry, I ask why and you reply "Tired of this fight to survive in this world so cruel made...
My heart, my mind, my meaning. What purpose in a fathomless land. Existing, being, living. Who and what defines that place in which I stand. Am I merely existing, born to die. I, I, I.
I need inspiration In the form of a midnight lover I need hope In the form of a friend I need wisdom In the form of a sage Most of all I need love And someone who won't run away I want...
It's that smile you gift a stranger, That laugh at someone's joke, That penny you drop in the hat- Of someone who is broke.
When you lock eyes with a stranger, your worlds connect. Even though you may never see each other again you still entered the others world. Became a piece of a memory not remembered.
"Aren't you cold?" an abuelita asks me, huddling in her shawl. I tell her that I'm English, that to me it's not cold at all. She tuts and shakes her head with a smile, we bid each other adios.
#bestofopuss/personal favorite ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sit down and ponder with me life's small and weighty matters. Does the death of a man or beast or flea leave an angels heart in tatters.
I don't want to be noticed. I don't want to be famous. I don't want to be adored. I don't want to be hated. I don't want to be pretty. I don't want to be popular. I don't want to be rich.
Like you, I am a work in progress. But with all of our similarities, we are different. So different. We come from different places. I don't mean different cities. Or even different homes.
I see a dog piss on a tree, And in that tree I can see us smiling, you and me. I see a bomb blast on the TV, And in that crater I can see us hiding, you and me.
The eyes are windows of the heart Wherein transparency will show A myriad feelings to impart From where in sadness, tears do flow.
Friend, I don't know you, and you don't know me. Friend, if we talk to each other, friendship will come, gradually. Friend, you have nothing, and I have twice as much.
Love is all around, but how does it look. Can we picture it in our mind. Is it the look upon your soul mates face As it changes over time.
How liberating the experience is, when people learn to help each other.
People judge why should it be, On life style , skin and money , You need to take a moment and breath God has given it to you free Don't walk by casting a blind eye I see their fear, I see their...
Comfort. Comfort me, violin. Within, this song, this song that I sing, sing from my heart. Comfort. Comfort me, violin. On this journey, this journey we make, we begin, we begin from the heart.
Love is a feeling hidden deep inside us all it comes in many forms love and devotion go hand in hand friendship and loyalty are forms of love and even a crush or undivided devotion is love it could...
Nose bent in and eyes askew, I couldn't look, oh what to do.