I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.—William Tecumseh Sherman
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“Grace comes minuscule
in moon shades or
pale protea nectar”
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Moo re th an u At he or y
I say one you hear two
But I'm the monster
What are then ewe
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Many follow the smoothest road avoiding the bumpiest. They aren't strong, they have no fortitude, they never learn how to deal with difficulties. Are they the ones who inspire others and succeed in life?
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Moods dictate words and they flow according to taste and awareness.
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Is one moon capable of outshining the sun for century without seizing to? So one woman is no enough for an African man.
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Slow motion is better than no motion, slow and steady is better than fast and fluctuating. Smooth is the path laid with patience and awareness for it's worthwhile.
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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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When form betroths function — the honeymoon awaits
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“One can blame the moon for many strange things, but most of all for toying with heart strings.”
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Learn the rules of the daylight
then break them under the moonlight;
The world is oversaturated.
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Just when the oysters allowed the pearls to shine under the moon light......
Just when the bud allowed petals to smile under glittering light.....
Just when the mist allowed the droplets to create a rainbow on the pane...
Just then I realised how blessed I am!!!
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"Dates, Times and World events, Nothing is hidden under the Sun, Stars and Moon".
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All mornings are good, it is just our mood. The world would be fine if, only, we understood.
mbfarookh
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The moon n the stars are the deariees of ever dearth dark lonely night
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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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Under the starlit sky, basking under the moonlight, I think of you.
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O Moon! You are the fire in my character, you are the water carrying depth and intensity, you are the air in my strength to surrender, you inside my earth grant me patience and devotion.
Allow my tatva to embrace wisdom n be righteous in every situation.
For you have never taught me to fall, hence I shall always rise!
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O Moon! The creator of my character, the treasure of my emotions; here I come along with the Supreme Charioteer in form of coiled life force in the spine, to surrender to you and provide me strength and wisdom.
Lord Krishna, my dearest companion hold me strong; you are the only one upon whom I can count.
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Bhalu duniya bara zalim hai, awam
bara bhen chod bara mc hai ye tujhay
Bhai Kay kehnay par Yahan wahan
bulata hai behlata phislata hai or
phir moqa daikh kar moot ka Tekay
Lagata hai Bach ja madar chodon say.
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Zafar Bhai please kahin shariq ki Tarah mujhay bhi Kisi factory, office, room, me Bula kar ya flat me lay ja kar moot ka inj
Laga kar eternal sleep na sula Daina ICT.
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Mujhay Venus injection kab lagwao gay?
Akhri final moot ka Teka Venus injection.
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Jo Marzi Karo akhir moot hai fire wajna ay goliyan wajniyan nay dazan dazan tha tha.
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We all are in a race,it only takes grace for one to be amaze. Keep on struggling until the sun and moon are no longer mates
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And in my dream I am sailing the vastness of earth's waters, I am flying the wind at my back, the azure sky and moon above. With the freedom of nature all around me, I seek my true north.
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Stars at night Thy sky are lighting
While I let free birds from cages
Flames are flickering blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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Stars at night Thy sky are lighting
While I let free birds from cages
Flames are flickering blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
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" Not only fools walk naked under the sun and moon. "
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
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Be the moon to my Sky of Stars !
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The darkest full moon paints with the brightest fire.
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