"God bring His paints out to paint the night sky."
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"Words are paint on paper."
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You are the book, I read every day. Some times flipping through I read your moves and gestures. Some times rereads allow me to dive and decipher. Not everybody carries the ability to see all the bands emitting out of a prism named body.
Not every body carries the capability to read the prints provided by ever chirping senses. May I react or gaze through to store, depends upon my strategic core. Just one thing for you to know, I stack every book in the memory of my library.
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In tough times, remember that every storm eventually passes, and we emerge stronger than before. Let's keep holding onto hope, for it's the light that guides us through the darkest of nights. Remember, even if you find yourself alone, know that within you lies the strength to endure. You're not alone in your journey, and brighter days are still ahead. Stay strong and keep believing in yourself.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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Tujhko Pane ki Koshish Mai Yu Bheed mein
Kho Sa Gya tha Mai
Na Tujhko dekh saka
Na tujhko Paa Saka mei
Na khudko Dhundh saka
Na khudko Phechan saka mein
OR Na hi Teri Yaad se aage Bad Saka mein
Tujhko Pane ki Koshish Mai Aisa Khoosa Gya mein
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"Poets can turn pain into poems."
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Seeing death and despair all around us, we are deduced to a state of hopelessness; we must believe that hope will become light through our darkness. Let's pray fervently and cast our anxieties on Christ.
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The scaly skin is often moulted by the snakes permitting replacement of old worn out skin, disposal of parasites and is thought to allow the snake to grow....so is when people abandon us....
The fierce fire is the cause of propulsion....so is needed for the rise of phoenix...
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p.s. poetry is just life painted in cursive...
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"We like the past because we have been there."
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Most of the parameters that we set, are formed with a duality from end to end, such as, black & white, right & wrong, good & evil, strong & weak, or receive & send.
Yet it's the shades or degrees that lie in between, that may approach the infinite, where little is absolute or guaranteed.
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Don’t let truth get in the way of compassion.
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My memory searches a distant past, where a fisherman and a carpenter worked both the land and the sea.
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Waiting is the daughter of patience, but she is also the cousin of quitting. During moments in which you are idle, you must think of what you're waiting for. If you find a loophole where your waiting has no end, gather your strength, and push forward!
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“The path to greatness is paved with Purpose, Persistence, and Patience.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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“Boldness is the engine that carves the path to success; dare to do.”- Aloo Denish Obiero
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“Amidst passing trends, opt for timelessness; favor lasting impact over fleeting favor." -Aloo Denish Obiero
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“As the mind expands, so does the universe of possibilities.” ? Aloo Denish Obiero
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Live life like the waters of
a river, it never stops flowing
because of the obstacles in
it’s path.
It adjusts, going over, under
or around continuing its
journey.
by Zyrool
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Let the heart speak!
knowing its mind and own
place,
knowing its opulent space --
knowing our lies and truths,
the shallow or depth
of window-eyes, the soul that records
our breaks and ties...
the heart, a poet’s lexicon
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The winner goes beyond winning, his path becoming a soul mission~ whether little or lot no longer matters.
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Sometimes, when words fail, all you need to say is "Thank you, Jesus!" Just express gratitude for what He has done and anticipate His future favors! Offer thanks for your prayers, even before they're answered!
By Innantia Magcanya
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Sometimes a path of lies can bring one to truth -- in this context, be a follower and not a leader….
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There's nothing as painful as loving someone who loves you, but not in the way you want them to love you.
By: Innantia Magcanya
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Life's a journey on winding paths. Listen to your hearts echoes for guidance.
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Don't be jealous of someone else's journey, focus on paving your own path with determination and grace.
By Innantia Magcanya
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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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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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In darkness, we discover the whispers of our own souls, and in the shadows, we find kinship with the unseen. Thus, in the depths of solitude, we realize that though alone, we are never truly without companionship.
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Disobedient children are like daggers that pierces they parents hearts.
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