- And the sand whispered to the crashing wave: Pebbles on the shore has more value to me than diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Those invisible traces of foot prints engraves the ego of my immortality.
-A wrap, a twisted old yellow paper or a wrinkled napkin holds more memories and carry stronger and lingering perfume than a gift or bottle of perfume does.
-Only pieces that had fallen apart, reminds you of the greatness of the whole. what it had been or what it could have been.
-A shadow of a smile, Auroral red beam at sunset. A fading stroke of paint. A crack of light on the horizon early at dawn. multiple stages of time, of what was and what will be and the in between.
-Echos that linger back and forth from the caller’s alley of no return.
-The hands that poured me a cup of water quench my thrust than water itself.
-One pure intention weights more than thousands habital deeds.
-Let Your heart be a shore and your soul a harbor. and your head be a captain that knows when to sail and when to pull or drop the anchor. Sail away but don’t set a drift.
-Just know that, in the end, no one is an island.
-It’s only when you open windows and doors of your soul. wind blows the ashes and dust above your rusty ribs and frayed bones. let there be a tear in your sky for, light to shine through the darkness.
-let there be light, let there be truth, hope, love and peace.
-Live and let live.
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