'The weight of doubt grows lighter with each act of determination.' - Aloo Denish Obiero
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“The weight of doubt grows lighter with each act of determination.” ? Aloo Denish Obiero
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God's love is extreme, tenacious. Sometimes cupid's broken arrows when mended unite ever-more dearly.
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Music is listened to, yet it listens to you. Music is made to express itself, as well as yourself. Music can't be physically be seen, but so many perspectives can be seen. It is something non-living, but it grows along with me, and I will continue to live with it. Lifelong.
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Love everything you see and love, for positivity grows with love.
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.
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My thoughts take me back to my sorrows- and I face each and let each go.
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A child grows from love with a healthy Mind and Body.
Val Brooklyn Rogers blk panther
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People are often saddened of how they do not get to live their lives as per their expectations; a checklist to be precise. I however go along with what life throws at me, then write them down in my list and then tick them off. Now that is life.
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The greedy will never stop their race to obtain other riches such as those stolen by force from those humble folks who prospered with the sweat of their brows, but for a stroke of bad luck their honor and dignity were taken away from them, making them servants like beasts locked up in a cage while the stingy and cruel master denied them prosperity and harmony with deceit. Once they were happy and free like a flock of crows screeching under a sky bluer than the sea.
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If I were your lover: You would be my everything; my soul and my heart; my today and my tomorrows; and my forever.
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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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It’s so sad that when someone grows old they’re judged on their looks, when on the inside a beautiful soul is stood.
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A hand that receives freely grows into an ungrateful hand.
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Garden Time fast approaches
Plant five rows of peas
Planning
Patience perseverance preparation positivity
Include one row of squash
Squash negativity
Add three rows of lettuce
Let us take responsibility
Let us reward our accomplishments
Let us be empowered
And lastly turnips
Turn up with new ideas
Turn up with determination
Turn up with a smile
Edited version garden of success
by Suzy Jones a weight watchers leader
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Karma grows from our hearts. Karma terminates from our hearts. - Buddhism quotes
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History is the foremost mentor ... towards
tomorrows lessons yet to be learned.
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"Happiness grows with grace as you flow free with the freshness of the breeze"
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Controversy over the actual story of Bajirao Baglol Mastani grows in severity.
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Elevate your words, not their volume. Rain grows flowers, not thunder.—Rumi, translation by Michael R. Burch
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As friends reduce, friendship grows more with music.
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With every wearying year
the weight of the winter grows,
and while the schoolgirl outgrows
her clothes,
the widow disappears
in hers.
('The Shrinking Season' by Michael R. Burch; keywords/tags: winter, time, age, aging, loss)
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~ Bygone breaths we’ve granted deaths - lost to windblown sorrows - are borne upon a breezy dawn that sighs of sweet tomorrows ~
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As curiously formal as the rose,
the imperious Word grows
until it sheds red-gilded leaves:
then heaven grieves
love’s tiny pool of crimson recrimination
against God, its contention
of the price of salvation.
('Crescendo Against Heaven' by Michael R. Burch)
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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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Before he was my brother,
he was my lover,
though certainly not the best.
I found no joy
in that addled boy,
nor he at my breast.
Why him? Why him?
As the candles dim,
it grows harder and harder to say:
Perhaps girls and boys
are the god’s toys
when they lose their way.
('Morgause’s Song' by Michael R. Burch)
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Art is a flower of mind. It inspires you in many ways, drops the seeds, and grows in you. Now it is your time to bloom using all the fertilizers; experiences, emotions, and hope and the soil(where you are), and the sunlight(love of people around you).
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8. Poetry is man's heart and soul uniting to bless others, while temporarily shielding searching souls against this dark world's poison tipped arrows.
Robert J. Lindley
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My sun shone brighter tomorrows when the thought that meek is weak was proven wrong. Reason A. Poteet
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