I refuse to believe that love can die.
My own heart possesses that shining light.
And though I had fallen into dark and despair.
Of the light in my heart, I was still aware.
She gives me hope on this strange path called life.
Fear masks her face but beneath she's still bright.
I refuse to believe that love can die.
My heart says quite clearly that love's still alive.
We are truly 'birds of a
We are truly 'birds of a feather', HW. Love this.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks nightlight! Birds of a
Thanks nightlight! Birds of a feather but truly you are one of a kind. :)
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...nice thing to say. <3 we
...nice thing to say. <3 we all are.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yes indeed. :)
Yes indeed. :)
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Those
Of us that are each our own originality usually flock together, so that'd make us all birds of different fwathers
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
... We ALL have feathers and
... We ALL have feathers and we flock together! :)
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Couldn't have
said that better myself.
Even when you've reached the bottom of that downward spiral
And the depths are so far from the skies
If you glance up just slightly
You can still see the glow of the light
And it reassures us that no matter how far we fall
We can still stand back up, and climb above it all
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Beautifully said, dear RoC!
Beautifully said, dear RoC! Thank you.
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Amen.
Amen.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "