As long as there are spring sunrises...buds into roses, kisses into bouquets, chocolates with valentines -- there Love will also blossom...perennial bloom of the Sacred Heart.
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like it or not, the problem with this beautiful Zambia isn't anything rather than greed. Every single Zambian who gets an opportunity to make sense, will rather only want to quickly enrich himself/ themselves at d detriment of others. And yet, nothing, I mean, NOTHING! will happen. This, my brother is the problem.
Patriotism comes when there is progress. Nobody want to tap his chest and say that mad man scavenging from that Waste bin is my son, brother, father, etc.
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Discontentment is a disease. There's no way to quench unreasonable desires. The only way out is introspection. Discontentment is oozed out of irrational heart and introspection is the book owned by the brain. The fact remains, stepping out of comfort zone though levitates us yet we prefer to slide through the slides inside the heart
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sometimes Ignorance is beauty
like a child filled with ignorance
breaking its surroundings
still enrich its surrounding with bliss
for the people around it
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We all have ears for sound and eyes for beauty: use them to enrich your life. Nothing can be heard without alertness, nothing can be seen without awareness.
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Every sunrise gifts us not just light but the opportunity for renewal and growth. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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If you are saying that god or any Bagwan come to earth and kill you then it is wrong imagine bhagavan khopley aam apna karya tannra mantra yantra mata kar pura paschim otar daksisn bandh purey vishav ka nirmaan kar chala jaata hai katputali ki tarah nach hai kya hawa tum log mandir dharm varam banatey ho
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Kindness, a currency that enriches both the giver and the receiver, never depletes. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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LaVieEnRose, Et Bleue Sarselle, Life In Pink and Teal, Wear The Ribbon Of Your Fight, For The Fight Is Real
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Any Person Who Exhibits Lyrical Melody Or Poem To Time And Human Activity, ..... Brings Forward The Potentials Of Ability And Cognition .... To Our Genre Of God's People!
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Those to worry and the wise; compelled by sunrise... often fail or neglect, the horizons sunset.
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I recall as a youngster, playing in a pile of raked leaves, tossing them up in the air, covering myself with their together warmth. Some see the bottle half full...some see it half empty. Children see and live the enrapture of the moment.
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Unexpected connection, unbreakable bond, unforgettable bliss, countless laughs, and unconditional love are what make relationship so special. Sometimes there are unreasonable fights and unexplainable emotions, but the undeniable truth is that our hearts remain inseparable. We create unimaginable memories, make forgivable mistakes, and cherish the moments we share. It's all part of the beautiful and sometimes unpredictable journey of life and love.
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"There is nothing more heartfelt than the enriching sound of children’s laughter."
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Teamwork exposes us to diverse perspectives, broadening our understanding and enriching our explorations.
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What impoverishes us in this epoch of great wonders is the ignorance of the masses that believe in optical illusions. True richness is the spiritual awareness which enriches us and makes us wise.
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A mother's love is the purest form of magic; a selfless masterpiece that knows no boundaries, defies all odds and endures all obstacles and challenges; it's a love painted with sacrifice, unrivalled dedication and unmatched devotion. Motherhood is indeed an act of unwavering faith and limitless optimism in the future wellbeing of a child ~ Aloo Denish
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Night time is a playground
for a mind at
unrest
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Pretty Mona Lisa was never as sexy as Sophia Loren, who is considered the goddess of the Cinema more than Marilyn Monroe.
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A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of
unrequited lover's—art, is what you paint—I Am Anaya
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They were all unresponsive dead as dead could be. Somebody had won but it wasn't me. Enders game in play. 1 2 3 CHECK MATE. SON - OF - A - GUN!! HAA!!
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a pen dipped in blood as is a robe so writes a mind now is unrobed
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a pen dipped in blood
as is a robe
so writes a mind
now is unrobed
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My humble words can infuriate the mightiest man and make him feel small. Nothing enrages him more than the meekness of a god-fearing person.
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“ I Thank heaven for the grace of having such a mother Which paths are wise and life is true, You are my sunshine, I’ll love my mother all my days, For enriching my life in so many ways”- Christen Kuikoua
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Why Peer Faqeers and Gadi nasheens are trying to enrich themselves at the expense of the Poor??
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all whisky and pills could not stop,
memories,
unremembered events,
inconstant plot holes,
the passage of time,
inconsiderate.
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In His kingdom of corpses,
God has been heard to speak
in many enraged discourses,
high from some mountain peak
where He’s lectured men on “compassion”
while the sparrows around Him fell
and babes, for His meager ration
of rain, died and went to hell,
unbaptized, for that’s His fashion.
('In His Kingdom of Corpses' by Michael R. Burch)
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A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her neon colors bleed into the night
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling, ...
('The City Is a Garment' by Michael R. Burch)
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Never let your heart be a fallen angel even if you have fallen in an unrequited love
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