just as the soft breeze carries a falling seed of the maple tree to a distant place with the sun's warmth and a gentle rain life sprouts anew just as love's seed opens in our hearts
the colorful birds chirped with glee to defend their nests up in the tree while a young poet listened with delight as thoughts of love inspired her to write
a horde of hateful men standing together resolved on a platform of prejudice each mind empty inside devoid of substance vessels to be filled by the bitter hatred of only one man
the character of a man is written by whether he smirks or smiles whether his eyes sparkle or glaze over whether he stands tall or cowers forward whether the lines on his face laugh or frown and most importantly whether he radiates positive or negative vibrations who we are is written all over us
my love burns brighter when i must reach for my lover’s hand my heart grows fonder when the distance between us expands my wants burn with desire while my haves are lost to the fire
the hot water rained down on my cowered head as i scrubbed my flesh until my skin glowed red but i could never wash away the guilt that marred my blood it had seeped into my bones turning my heart into mud
if you look back in time whether near or far you will see we are all immigrants it is a human need to search for a better home and be the change it needs
i don’t tell you often enough and we both know that i am ******* you but i am proud of you you are learning taking risks making mistakes yet remaining curious and always moving forward to be a better version of yourself you are heading where you belong fear not
we travel to find ourselves we long to discover what we want we struggle to find a destination in life this is because we are blind to the knowledge that we already have what we want and can never know who we are because we just are
you ask me why i love her? what a silly question “why” you ask? for no other reason than i just do love is a wordless mystery there is no reason for loving you just do
to take sail with no map or compass to let the winds of fortune carry you to distant shores is more courageous than he who plans and plots his destination