Sailing over the most gracious silver moon immersed into stelliferous seiche waves. Happy oysters gaze through sparkling pearls. The silence, the breeze bestows content and delight. solitude frolicking with lavender sillage through the smiling night!
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No slave won true freedom by simply asking for it from their oppressors ... slaves won true freedom by suddenlly realizing they weren't slaves in the first place... and that freedom isn't something you earn but something you imbibe.
The sooner u realise the better
This are not just words
Being a slave doesn't mean binded by chains
It can be sin or things of the past
Let's be overcomers
@2023
H2O
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'True peace must be felt within; any peace externally imposed that leaves turmoil within is not peace at all.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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"Let the sea be my grave and the crest of waves my monument,"
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life stages are like chapters in a book; sometimes turning the page is the bravest thing you can do. embrace the simplicity in every sentence, for it's in the easy moments that your story truly shines.
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The bravest battle fought is the one that ends war before it begins. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Environmental stewardship doesn't demand perfection; it craves our dedication to making a difference, one mindful choice at a time. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Some times hold thyself to see how simple this life is!
Some times give your touch to the leaves n petals around!
Some times breathe in the fog and levitate!
Some times admire simple things in people around!
Some times give accountability to your own self n get thru with complete responsibility!
Some times be the courage to support others!
Some times....... Just be what the Lord wants you to be!
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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Remorse is a heavy rain that falls too late, yet leaves behind marks and lessons in its wake.
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“Betrayal leaves a stain, a shadow on the heart.” from the poem “Betrayal” by Max Burchett
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God did not make mindless slaves -- He created heirs.... Therefore, we can infinitely become wiser and greater.
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I recall as a youngster, playing in a pile of raked leaves, tossing them up in the air, covering myself with their together warmth. Some see the bottle half full...some see it half empty. Children see and live the enrapture of the moment.
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Poetry is the language of the soul, a canvas where emotions paint their most vibrant hues. Each verse, a brushstroke, weaves a tapestry of feelings, thoughts, and dreams.
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What I love most about autumn is the golden-crimson leaves blanketing the ground signaling rebirth to come, death in all its promising grandeur —I Am Anaya
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It isn't being different that causes the great divide, it's being the same for sameness leaves no compromise.
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Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two gaves. One for your enemy, and one for any witnesses.
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"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing."
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"The poet's pen weaves magic through ink and paper, illuminating the ordinary with extraordinary hues. With each stroke, worlds unfurl and emotions ignite, inviting hearts to dance in the realm of verse."
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The waves of a lake are nothing more than the reflections of the voices calling out from beneath it.
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Even the UV waves which burns the life gets trapped in tranquil water, ever absorbing; the more it bears wiser it becomes.
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When salty tears don't drip down. They carry the strength of the waves.
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Grief and heartache are like ocean waves, at times calm, and at times the waves are crashing and roaring.
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Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet, yet there is a beauty in decay.
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Let the waves carry me to who knows where.
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It is lucky to see a living electric fish in lake Tanganyika, but It is a curse to touch it with out plastic glaves.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
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May the residue of my living be
as fallen leaves from a tree,
rich compost. Reason A. Poteet
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It is an ultimate joy to know your potential.
The great agony I don't wish even to those who chose to be my enemies, is to be swaying back and forth like the waves of the sea,
Escorting others to reach their dreams.
Rather stay back and reach out to that inner child within who once had a dream.
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It's funny, we're all slaves, but they're some people who can't accept bondage, except to themselves.
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When someone takes a moment to extend an act of kindness to you, it leaves a smile on your face, when someone extends an act of love, it leaves a smile in your heart.
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