There may be wrinkles on an elderly face, but beneath the skin there’s beauty and grace.
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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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Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found.
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Love like an ocean is mercurial. Subject to changing constancy; underneath the waves, in the deepest bed lies true love, watching us tread water, waiting for us to turn late or early, it does not matter; we dive deeper to find its arms open, ready to envelop us. We go searching for pearls, drowning in it all, treasure like wisdom to be found
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[A monoku]
The smartest person is naught the brightest ~~ lest they sit 'neath the spotlight!
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"When she cleansed the droplets of sadness from her eyes, she told me that true love was dead.
I replied: It will never be dead, for as what beats beneath this chest still longs for you."
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which post to stand that does not bend beneath the weight of need
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Evil lurks beneath shadows: it's a snake that bites and kills with its venom.
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we are the gastric ghosts of all we consume
the space that was there before the room
our dance the dance of bending straw
beneath the weighted broom
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When the kitchen light comes on the devil will scurry and hide beneath the refrigerator.
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Beneath all those things you have experienced, there is yourself.
Who loves and cares for the right reasons.
- William Darnell Sr
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To My Daughter~As you embark on your journey of another 1000 books,
another trip to the library, filling your knapsack with treasures, you make your father, mother and all the bookworms proud. The night the flame burned we jest. You were three at the time and tucked hidden beneath the blankets was your silhouette, flashlight, and books in hand, as you read long into (another) night. The days of your life like a tent of good tidings, too, as you camped out on the doorsteps of another book.
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Those who let sleeping dogs lie, fear to open his sleeping eye, and the festering truth beneath what is presumed to be dead; a painful memory more in heart than head; but all is well, theres no pungent smell of a sleeping end that will soon justify the means. An awarded fate thats never late, where sleeping, not dead dogs lie."
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p.s. I love how your freckles sparkle beneath your eyes like stars in the sky...
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Man's fears lie beneath a veil of courage.
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Telling tales beneath wings you flew between hellos and goodbyes
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Telling tales beneath wings you flew between hellos and goodbyes
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"What was once over my head, now down trodden beneath my feet."
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Beneath every villain is another; and beneath that villain, a mask. A mask hidden and reserved in generic depths.
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Remember, no matter what kind of suit The Beautiful People have on, they are always wearing a white tank top underneath, and that never comes off.
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When ice meets fire, they kissed.
Ice melts, but learns not to let go. Eventually, ice becomes a part of fire.
Fire learns that there is an icy breath beneath every solitude.
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Beneath the facial features lie the daunting image of butual treatment
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Life is as you see it .It is either the pictorial beauty of snow or the barren tree and the sharp edged rock underneath it. In the end it's all upto you
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If you're on the right side of land, then, you are alive. If you're underneath, then, you're dead. Somewhere your soul lingers between and you are here.
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