Spontaneity is childlike wonder, it is simplicity, abandon and curiosity; but, it takes 'courage' to embrace the unexpected.
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The unprecedented antics and double standards you see from the Left, are Satan's love letters falling from their pockets, as they flail wildly, swinging their hatred for Trump and other dissidents, that challenge their cozy status quo."
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“The secret of eternal youth is to stay young in one’s own heart. Outer appearances may fade like an old photograph or painting of one’s life but the inner appearance can shine with a radiance of hope, expectation, childlike optimism and dreams. Old with wisdom but young with wonder.”
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The world of dew.
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he world is a muggy soaked place Dewey eyed green to my ingenious,innocent,inexperienced,unworldly,unsuspicious,unsuspecting self wide eyed unknowing of the bedened glistening watery mist of a world of dew.
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Mood swings are apart of emotions and shouldn’t be unexpressed because of worldly judgments.
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Fear me, as fate has turned me wildly fearless.
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"He looks at her like he can't quite believe that she exists, like she's an otherworldly creature and he can't quite figure out how he's lucky enough to behold her. He looks at her like he's afraid she's going to disappear."
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One Lemon ( bio form).
One.
Misfire, misfit, mistake, reject.
Hell ushers, parents, 4 conspirators.
I love good people, conversation and endings.
I feel for unwed mothers, orphans and childless fathers.
I fear my life story, innocence robbed, wearing a mask.
I would have loved being part
of a tree, a branch, loving seed.
I shed tears in my gloom, rejected.
Lemon
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Truth is not a jewel that we find it a few bits at a time. It is a single glorious figure, found when all the veneer of worldly things are brushed away, when we stand revealed before it, beholding the breathtaking beauty of it, and all we can do is stare.
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In the ocean of worldly wisdom we are swimming with the fins of knowledge consciously to have better lives but unconsciously ego paddles the boat of lives and leads to the mouth of shark of death.
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Sometimes the storms of life crash wildly against our minds, tears rain down and pool together in lakes of sorrow. And darkness falls slowly over us on a shroud of decay. Then something happens - the wind changes, the clouds break and light suddenly shines on the failing mist to reveal an arc of colours long forgotten. And it reminds us that true beauty can still grow from true sadness; that some of the most wonderful things in life are born from the depths of despair.
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Nothing less then boldly creative action can wake this world from its apathetic slumber
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