"When winter goes to sleep, spring awakens."
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Color has a soul that sparks imagination
and awakens your muse and creativity.
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"People may say and have different Vibes and feelings. This anticipation of goodness is imminent to all to be happy in his or her small way. A culture that is dependent has diverse implications. Good or Bad it invokes judgment that can be managed. The ability to grow awakens us to a freedom of kindness and progressive maturity." Isaiah A. Asangalisah
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Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything comes to naught.
('This World's Joy' anonymous Middle English poem, loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
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"'Choices' are the tokens that take us to places perhaps we never wished we'd visited, but we leave with greater knowledge and a firmer and clearer understanding of ourselves and the truth of it all. We are a book of life constantly re-editing our pages and at the root of it all, we rely on our internal compass - for some, this is an elusive marker to locate, but eventually it is found. Never judge a book by its cover."
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"'Choices' are the tokens that take us to places perhaps we never wished we'd visited, but we leave with greater knowledge and a firmer and clearer understanding of ourselves and the truth of it all. We are a book of life constantly re-editing our pages and at the root of it all, we rely on our internal compass - for some, this is an elusive marker to locate, but eventually it is found. Never judge a book by its cover." LadyLabyrinth (aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton).
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Tis' but a sad respite to clasp firmly towards hatred only to find it has its claws in you. JC Hawkens 12/26/2020
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two chickens cross the road
one chicken says why did we cross the road?
the other chicken opens a fast food restaurant called:
“The war isn’t really over until we forget to mention it.”
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autumn whispers to my soul
silent hope that awakens dreams
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Sometimes the heart tells me to write a Haiku; then occasionally, it whispers to me a story. JC Hawkens 4/2/2020
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I scribe only what the heart tells me to. In this collaboration, my heart is the Poet. JC Hawkens 4/2/2020
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Games were made to win.- Drew Blankenship
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