If only wings all words would soar...too many anchors yet to endure.
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~ When the flow of sentiment is given free rein -
a deep anchoring ~ quote by Anne-Lise Andresen
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"God's evergreening grace is no facade. My hope is anchored in my Savior's tree; His resurrection weakened Satan's limbs." Reason A. Poteet - THE EVERGREENING OF DECIDUOUS FAITH
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"I live by the light of a melancholic candle."
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For sure, we cannot navigate to treasures new, while still dragging the same-old anchors.
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"Run to the refuge who is the anchor of your soul."
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Stop encouraging a melancholy existence
from a keyboard.
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"Within the echoes of resilience, we discover the untapped strength that empowers us to rise above life's storms and the unwavering loyalty that anchors us in the face of adversity."
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Even though day-to-day, I am vanquished to the real world... my mind remains anchored to the ethereal domain.
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Days passed, years apart
an aimless anchor with a fictional star
Ever dreamed a place with someone special
But far....
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"Run to the refuge who is the anchor of your soul."
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- Melancholy is a master-killer -
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Friends, beware
of her iniquitous hair—
long, ravenblack & melancholy.
Many suitors drowned there—
lost, unaware
of the length & extent of their folly.
('Medusa' by Michael R. Burch)
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"Run to refuge who is the anchor of your soul"
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Poetry is a whisper of an embrace
caressing the heart and soul
with a gentle song which soothes
the melancholy that haunts
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Rain has been falling around me for the past few weeks, leaving me with many rainy days that haunt me with their melancholy. I find comfort in the rain and enjoy writing poetry inspired by its liquid caress.
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'Freedom of the press' is a firewall, behind which we stay safe from fascist viruses... It be the anchor what keeps Democracy from goin' adrift.
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A melancholy-lust
bursting kiss...
:: ~ ::
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"Love is an illusion, its like dreaming with your eyes open! It transports you to a reality that makes everything feel euphoric and melancholy all at the same time ..."
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Although the reach of my mind and soul is limitless, depending on circumstance and will of the mind. I remain anchored in this realm of reality. A dreamer, I am, but to be lost; however splendid the notion I choose not to be.
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A womb, a wallet, a wedlock and a war are bound to deliver a man, money, melancholy and misery. Thus soon they will be hollow.
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Start with choice, anchor sure poise and advance firm voice to create word pictures.
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