“The mind is a silent force shaping worlds within and without — cultivate mindfulness, intentionality, and positivity in your thoughts.” ? Aloo Denish Obiero
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No one builds a legacy by standing still.
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p.s. the future holds whatever is in God's hands, so let Him carry your mind and put your worries at ease...
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Books are timeless portals to infinite worlds, inviting us to explore the vastness of knowledge. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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To Strengthen The Attributes Of Human Physiology, ... A Reference To Citizenship Builds Achievements, ....Fun!
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And Defining Broadens The Pathways Of God's .... Might!
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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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“Bad luck, they say, unfolds in a three-act play…“ from the poem “Triad of Troubles” by Maxwell Burchett
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Even a brief moment holds opportunity to be precious.
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Poetry holds a special place in human culture and literature due to its profound importance in various aspects of life and society.
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On luck: "Bad luck, some say, unfolds in a three-act play." from the poem "Triad of Troubles" by Max Burchett
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Time ... is an abstract construct, measured by the calendar and clock. Yet its essence is still elusive, with a past and future that holds the present to unlock.
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True valour blooms not in grand display, but roots in deeds, where honesty holds sway, Like mighty oak, standing firm and tall, A brave soul's essence, in echoes, shall enthral
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In the profound trenches where our verdicts dwell,
Cryptic truths cloak themselves in silent tide.
Yet, through the majestic dance of redemption's spell,
An incandescent love unfolds, an illuminating guide.
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then, so, .... Accounting builds opportunity, capacity, and confidence.
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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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For the one who forgives, finds strength untold, In choosing kindness, a heart unfolds, And as forgiveness spreads its wings, A symphony of healing it sings.
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Nature often holds the answer. When we are in nature, we get in touch with our highest self and the Universe.
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You cannot erase the past, But you can draw a better future. No one knows what holds the future, only Jesus does.
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Man will never know what his future holds, or its length, but can know the hand in which it rests.
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In the Fields Of Elysium the Promised Land
that lies await in every man,
we vibe low for this we've never known
But, the Savior Abides In Every Soul
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" The tissues of the life to be we weave with Colours all our own, and in the Fields Of Destiny we reap as we have sown "
- R. J. Campbell
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the fields of mine shine even when it is night cause my hard work was pure as the sun and it lights up everyone's world.
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The relation between water and container is like the relation between children and parents. As the container holds the water, your parent holds every problem of you. And when the water is emptied from the container, your parent solve your problems.
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Wounds and their consequences take time to heal,a reason we ought to be patient while we wait for the miracle. There's one way out of this, and that is climbing up a hill to healing; it needs extra effort,time, resilience and perseverance, we can consider it a sacrifice worth taking for the yields are beautiful.
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snow touches with love the forest trees and fields and every single thing with his cold fingers, and covers them all with a white blanket, whispering, now go to sleep...
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Envy lies in a wicked soul and it unfairly holds the grudge against someone who hardly does wrong. The ones who don't forgive, don't deserve an ounce of compassion.
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Fields of glass won't feed a hungry world.
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Life holds on, death gives way...
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Love holds me with one, and trust holds me with everyone.
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These useless dreams, alas!
Over fields of wilted grass
winds whisper as they pass.
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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