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1 " I’m going to give you a handful of wildflowers so, each petal that falls will remind you that the earth breathes, and the moon rises. "
― Carolyn Riker , My Dear, Love Hasn't Forgotten You
2 " I want to sleep next to youin that curled fashionof a commaor in quotationsthat repeatI love youin whispersthe weight offine cottonand wrinkles areour known secretsbecause age has reacheda stage where wordsare in our eyes andfrom our heart. "
3 " Quiet is the colorof midnight, juxtaposing with the silence of anunfolding spring’s mood. "
4 " You can’t push what isn’t ready to grow. You can’t dream until you let go. "
5 " Maybe it’s impossiblefor poets to hide the abundance of moons insidewhen their heart is carved from the clouds of a sunrise. "
6 " She threw a lasso over summer and rested in the grasses, realizing betrayal wouldn’t hurt as much, if she didn’t care. "
7 " It takes a lover to show how vulnerable can speak the tender inside of real truths. "
8 " For right now, let’s talk softly to each other and we’ll become a love song. "
9 " Sadness cultivates an arpeggio returning to the deepest colorsexpressed as Rhythm and Blues. "
10 " When life feels opaque as if the threads are snared along a cliff of disbeliefand the music of sunlight can’t discover you, let solitude welcome you. "
11 " Poetry is raw, real, and pure; it is the spirit under the chaos and the very real dragons battled within. The demons and angels and the voices are often heard and necessary to field the conflicts of understanding, the dance of relationships, the revolving translucent doors leading to infinity; the prose is endless. "
12 " Tears and poetry are the closest language to all things divine, unspoken, spoken and felt. "
13 " Hearts mend and expand and break and give something of ourselves as we nest into the gifting of our dearest self. "
14 " We are as diverse as spices that flavor this land and our dreams are the connections. "
15 " Every snowflake is a glass bell pressing my heart to hear the soul of the earth and I can’t help but to weep for its beauty has the profundity of angels as they speak. "
16 " It takes a writer many lifetimes to story a book. "