A tree is a sculpture unsculpt, a love song unwritten, a wish unwished and gratitude unexpressed, the wonder of nature unleash. mr mel
Pity those that wake with dread For they are among the walking dead A simple thought could set them free But as hard as they look they will not see For what they seek is what they are Love
Hate, the dark clouds on a sunny day keeping the warmth of love away.
A poem is the result of the cleansing of the heart of the poet.
Silence is the language of the heart.
To receive you must be receptive. To hear you must listen. To see you must look. To be, requires all three.
As you rush through life remember, if you take time to pause, there will be no need to rewind.
There are two opportunities to brighten the day. Using that which you are to brighten your own. Then that which you have brightened to brighten someone else's.
When you give voice to that which is you will hear a song of love.
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