Tag: prose
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Love like soft rains caressing the edges of fragile temples When you are near. Colors of the universe blooms brighter than Eden, When you are near. In the stillness of heartbeats, in awe of you Drinking from your cup Of…
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Death hurts. Death makes us alive. Sometimes. Sometimes, living hurt more than death. Suddenly, deep compassions has arrive like a merchant ship from the East The day the oceans evaporated into an unknown skies, we became humans again. We died…
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I felt your love like soft rains caresses my soul in the mornings, because I was near. Colors of my world, brighter than Eden, when you are near; full of love and truth. Heartbreaking, emptiness: My days are dry, my…
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Through it all — the insurmountable assaults of life, learn to take each step daily, your eyes on Jesus. The self depended fella can only glory in his strength when things go well. But in the times of trouble his…