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River:Flows::Ocean:Calm: May 2008
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Saturday, 24 May 2008. He is a man to me ,. Who shoulders when all is gone. He is a man to me ,. Whose steps firm and strong. He is a man to me. Who speaks as efficiently as he listens. He sails through the storm. He swims through the tornado. He is a man to me! He is thick and strong. Yet gentle and calm! He is a man to me! He is a gentleman to me! She is a woman to me. In all her elegance and beauty. Oh,she is so divine. Oh, she is so charming. She is warm all. Bravely confronts her boulders.
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River:Flows::Ocean:Calm: Show it when you do !
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Sunday, 20 September 2009. Show it when you do! Another poem that every romantic heart craves for . Never say I love you. If you don't really care. Never talk of feelings. If they aren't really there. Never hold my hand. If you mean to break my heart. If you ever plan to part. Never look into my eyes. If you are telling me a lie. If you think you'll say goodbye. Never say that I'm THE one. If you dream of more than me. Never lock up my heart. If you don't have the key. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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River:Flows::Ocean:Calm: Lessons .. Life .. Live ..Love :-)
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Friday, 29 October 2010. Lessons . Life . Live .Love :-). Some lessons Learnt . Written by a 90 year old. This is something we should all read at least once a week! Make sure you read to the end! Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio . "To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:. 18 Whatever doesn't kill you really...
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River:Flows::Ocean:Calm: November 2007
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Sunday, 11 November 2007. We practised , struggled and even dared to smile while we were here for the final practice 3rd time in a weekend .And now , it was a Sunday , 14 of us were through for Garba , a traditional dance from Gujarat , and 22 (of which few were common to Garba) were for Dandiya . Hurrray! In the tiredom of dancing immensely , we laughed , we smiled at each other . I still wonder where did we do this from? Now I remember , Smile is Contagious! Never BE WARE of it! Links to this post.
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triShiescrap: February 2015
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Feb 25, 2015. I sit listening, nodding my head, hearing myself mutter repeatedly, " i know. Deep down, frustration builds and i wriggle in conscious control and try, somehow, to change the subject but more, to defend myself. Above all, i am frustrated with the things i do not know - what are my passions? What are my talents and giftings? What would i be doing if money wasn't an issue? And even if i have an answer, are they real? Could those things just be senseless phases? Am i retarded for not knowing?
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triShiescrap: January 2014
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Jan 29, 2014. Excruciating pain and sorrow. Before His throne i came in tears. on my knees, begging. Begging for reason, for release, for clarity. Abba calls me worthy for this circumcision of my heart. Abba calls me strong and courageous for the deepest parts of this valley. Abba calls me His and i can run straight into His arms,. Over and over and over and over again. I've got a song to sing about His mercy. I've got a song to sing about how He has loved me. He brought me to life and out from the pit.
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triShiescrap: March 2015
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Mar 31, 2015. Never have i felt more vulnerable before you. Hearing you speak - your words and truths - it hurt so bad. All i could do was remain sensible as i tried to stay above your waves. Mar 28, 2015. Who holds the keys to my heart? Is it You, oh One who crafted my inner parts? Who holds the keys to my heart? I give You my keys in exchange for Your keys. The keys in the promises of ALL that You are. Mar 22, 2015. Months pass and the colors have yet to fade. I want the friendship back. Mar 21, 2015.
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triShiescrap: July 2015
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Jul 25, 2015. A lot in my brain, so i braved the rain. Just like a seemingly dead-end,. I'll see the bend. Jul 21, 2015. If there was a meaning to ugly, that would be its face. If there was a meaning to life, that would be its song. If there was a meaning to joy, that would be its road. As i reflect on my years, i am wordless. This cage begs to explode. And i, implode. Jul 13, 2015. Ever notice how night consumes light? In this dark, i see myself with so much light. The person i feel i am turning into.
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triShiescrap: June 2015
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Jun 25, 2015. It's been almost two months since my return from India and i came home utterly overwhelmed and later consciously decided - i must purposely refrain from going through my photo albums nor even try to form extensive. Words for my heart. but i guess, it's been enough time to. calm down. Seventeen days of walking on soil i never, ever. I mean, why would it ever? My whole life has been a grand. Repeat of broken dreams! But suddenly, there's this YES. To a very personal. I get it now -. The kind ...
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Jul 13, 2015. Ever notice how night consumes light? It jives you with a beautiful sunset, drawing you in to itself and sensually fades to slow-dancing you right down a path where you suddenly find yourself in a forest of echoes. alone with the wind that carry familiar, taunting questions of regrets and self-hatred. In this dark, i see myself with so much light. The person i feel i am turning into. Do i like her? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A cup of jo.
