Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i...
It is spring, let us dance and dream with flowers. Let us sing and enjoy the trees.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Pau...
Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers
And we will lie down on the ground and have conversations with the grasses and the flowers.
In God's garden even the weeds are beautiful.
In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.
Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Frien...
Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-w...
Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.
In the village, a sage should go about Like a bee, which, not harmingFlower, colour or scent, Flies off with the nectar.
No matter how right or how beautiful your path is, never try to impose your path on others! Remember that flowers by no means pull bees by force to their world! Your path is your poem; if people like...
If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see
Tulips were a tray of jewels.
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