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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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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Be like a lotus flower, open your petals to let go of fear and sadness.
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P.S. attached to THE VINE so your petals will never wilt...
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Petals I amass
with such tenderness
prick me to the quick.
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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A white swan
parts the cherry-petalled pond
with her motionless breast.
—Roka, translation by Michael R. Burch
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Walk with me now, among the transfixed dead
who kept life’s compact and who thus endure
harsh sentence here—among pink-petaled beds
and manicured green lawns. The sky’s azure,
pale blue once like their eyes, will gleam blood-red
at last when sunset staggers to the door
of each white mausoleum, to inquire—
What use, O things of erstwhile loveliness?
('Completing the Pattern' by Michael R. Burch)
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Poetry, poet- fragrance, and petals on a stalk of a flower where the stalk of a flower is the wisdom of thinking
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Poppies are red, a symbol of veteran bloodshed,
Each petal a tribute to those who fought to their death.
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Birdsong clings to the oak, birch and pine as butterflies dance across fresh petals with delight at the sigh of nectar bees sip like white wine.
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Stepping into the shimmering sun, sparkling dewdrops against petals so perfect and alive... finally, I go beyond my thoughts into the golden hues of my whispering heart!
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at the foot of the ladder, a monkey fell~ six stories of rungs and she rings his bell~ he sat picking daisies off his fallen spell~ hands cupping petals of air being his quell~ poor little monkey's a shaken as hell~ his eyes run circles around the pink pastel~ as shocked onlookers stand visual at his well~ in his cage, his cousin's saddened at their shell~at the foot of the ladder, a zoo's a cell~
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Turbulence in life is like a dandelion:
once dried petals have fallen,
it flourishes into a full sphere.
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Petal of fructified flowers do demand please adopt her in eyes in hand and with love in chosen place.But the handler becomes tiresome to save it from encroachment of others,then let leave it to float within its destiny realm only made downfall in nature.
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A rose has many petals, yet it is one Rose... Love has many aspects yet it is one beautiful reality....
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