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You are more beautiful:
When you cry, when you smile,
And help others by going the extra mile.

You are more beautiful:
When you are like a dove,
And fill your heart with so much love.

You are more beautiful:
When you dress your soul in the garment of giving,
And strive to be a role model for the living!

You are more beautiful:
When you speak the language of the flowers,
And with your ideas, make others feel empowered!

You are more beautiful:
When you carol the song of life,
And keep at bay the danger of religious fights.

You are more beautiful:
When you let go of your sorrow,
And prepare for a better tomorrow!

Hussein Dekmak
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The sacred rain has a secret to tell you;
Be the source that brings life into your place,
Be the fire that sparks positive change!

The melodious bird that sing at the crack of a new dawn has a secret to Tell you;
Embrace this song that is your life,
Embellish it with bright colors, sweet thoughts, and notes of bliss!

The brightness of the moonlight in the darkest night has a secret to tell You;
Let your inner beauty illuminate when facing the darkness of misfortune And calamity!
Let your light shine bright and touch others.

Every fiber of your being, every regenerated cell in your body has a secret To tell you;
Be a part of the movement towards awakened living,
Keep evolving with new ideas and creativity!

Hussein Dekmak
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I keep fighting my fate
And I always
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This is reality, I'm not going to sugarcoat it
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 Nov 2018 Timur Shamatov
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She was a beautiful creature
Outside and in
But they marked her up
By her so called sins

A beautiful creature
Voice so loud
Waiting for someone
To hear her out

A beautiful creature
Her smile shone bright
Careless of what went on inside

A beautiful creature
Voice gradually became low

A beautiful creature
She froze like stone

A beautiful creature
With no happiness to call her own

A beautiful creature
With under eye circles so dark

A beautiful creature
But her smile doesn't spark

A beautiful creature
She cut her glowing hair
And made herself a room
Under the stairs
Where her beautiful voice
Sang along with sorrow
The beautiful creature
who lost her belief in tomorrow

A beautiful creature
But they tore her down

Until the beautiful creature
Listened to sorrow's sound

A beautiful creature
They hang her photos by the stairs
To remind everyone
Of the beautiful creature she were
It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn. Drinking the blood of a unicorn will keep you alive even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something so pure that from the moment the blood touches your lips, you will have a half-life. (harry potter and the sorcerer's stone)
to anyone who as ever harmed a beautiful creature
how do u like ur half life?
I know a man
who wakes up
every morning, goes out of
his way to preach love to others
and at the end of the night , he has
no one to hold , no one to love him

I know a man
Who goes out of his way
to preach peace to every child
in the neighborhood and at
the end of the night , he Cannot
find peace within himself
He lives in darkness

I know a man
who goes out of his way
to feed the beautiful birds
at his favorite park, and at the end
of the night he has nothing to eat
he goes to bed hungry

I know a man
who goes out of his way
to give his all to everyone
and at the end of the night
all he owns is the clothes
on his back

I know a man
Who served his country
Fought for freedom
For civil rights
So all of us can sleep well
At night , and at
the end of night
He has no home to go to
He sleeps on a bench
at his favorite park

I know a man
who goes out his way
to do everything right
even when nothing is
going right in his own life

I know that  man
and I can only pray
that one day I can be
half of the man that he is

NOW
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Who
saves the savers ?
Who
gives the givers ?
Who
heals the healers ?
Who
loves the Lover’s ?
Where
do you put your hurts
when your hands are full ?

TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD!
Allen this one is for you my friend. And brothers and sisters let us please remember what Thanksgiving is truly about... it’s about love , it’s about sharing, it’s about giving a helping hand to the less fortunates , it’s about recognizing the richest blessings , the beauty around us, and water each other. As the temperatures dropping if you cannot provide someone with shelter maybe there’s an extra old comforter somewhere deep in the closet someone like Allen can put to good use. Thank you for reading and may God bless you all and your family doing the holiday seasons and always!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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