“The seeds of greatness lie dormant within, waiting for the nurturing touch of purpose to awaken them.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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Flowers are the creator’s finishing touch, perfection in last strokes of His brush.
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I pick up my phone and dial..
Hello, love???" i say.
"Who is this???" she asks from the other side.
"ouch?? has it been that long that you even forgot?"
"it's me Gerishon ??" i answer.
"aww??Shon? How have you been?" She asks...
In the background i hear a baby crying ????
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Maa durga kalki Ney thofa deyna ouchit samja galaye mai safed hathti daant ki maala bole baba yani Mai Jo safi yani chandkanta nature ko gale mein hota sey cooma
Mhabharamnad Aghori
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Some times hold thyself to see how simple this life is!
Some times give your touch to the leaves n petals around!
Some times breathe in the fog and levitate!
Some times admire simple things in people around!
Some times give accountability to your own self n get thru with complete responsibility!
Some times be the courage to support others!
Some times....... Just be what the Lord wants you to be!
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Life without fight
Is like a touch light
With less bright bright!
©® Muhammad Abdulhamid Kumo
24/07/2023
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You don’t even have to touch me
to spin tornadoes in my stomach.
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"With God's touch, the night opens up with wonders for our hearts to be fill with spiritual blessings."
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I am touch me not type choco.
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Please don't touch me.
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I am fresh cake & untouch piece.
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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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Everything we touch with passion becomes the extension of our hearts in the mystical being of our love.
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The irony of perfection is like trying to touch the horizon, it will never be achieved but we still reach for it.
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It is lucky to see a living electric fish in lake Tanganyika, but It is a curse to touch it with out plastic glaves.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
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up to my elbows remembering big fat wet delicious love. we were all over each other like something growing from the middle. we were each other's favorite thing to touch. suddenly she was gone, leaving only the tattoo of her love on my mind.
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" We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The Mystic Chords of Memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better Angels of our Nature" -Abe Lincoln
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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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Stay Positive
Stay in tune with your mind
Stay in touch with your feelings
STAY ALIVE
Shout if you need help
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You touched me deeply and trying to figure out why your imprints remain.
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taking off is not easy you have to run with all the power on the ground first before touching the sky..
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Feelings are like wind, you can't see them, you can't touch them, but you can feel it and make things move. October 2017.
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jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same—
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
('who, US?' by Michael R. Burch)
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How can I withhold my soul so that it doesn’t touch yours?
How can I lift mine gently to higher things, alone?
Oh, I would gladly find something lost in the dark
in that inert space that fails to resonate until you vibrate.
There everything that moves us, draws us together like a bow
enticing two taut strings to sing together with a simultaneous voice.
Whose instrument are we becoming together?
Whose, the hands that excite us?
(Rainer Maria Rilke, translation Michael R. Burch)
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When you’ve given so much
that I can’t bear your touch,
then from a safe distance
let me admire your persistence.
('Mini-Ode to Stamina' by Michael R. Burch)
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“God’s wonders never fail to touch one's heart, there’s magic in the day and charm in the dark.”
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Cancer can attack your body but it cannot touch your heart and it cannot touch your soul and it cannot take away your courage.
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"A subliminal touch lasts longer than a desire lodged in the conscience."
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it is not the word, it is where the word touches you
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a moment is a minute, touched with someone’s heart.
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