If you looked in the corners,
You'll find her right there,
Hidden by darkness,
And the curls of her hair,
Her nose in the book,
With her head in the clouds,
Hiding her feelings,
Away from the crowds,
If you'd sit by her side,
While the world passed you by,
She'll tell you a story,
Behind the pain in her eye,
If you have her five minutes,
You'd see how her smile,
Makes even the bad things
In life worthwhile.
But you don't look in corners,
You don't even glance,
So she sits there still waiting,
To be given a chance.

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Unlike the tidal waves,
We don't always return to shore,
As humans, sometimes we must move on;
Sometimes we look for more,
And for this, we're better,
For this, we've each other,
Our journeys, may cross and intertwine,
Only to be lost or to be found in time.
But like those tidal waves,
Rising back and forth
Carrying pieces of sand
From shore to shore;
We too
Hold some parts,
from each person we meet.
We etch on our hearts,
The lessons and moments we keep.
So that each time we move forward
To a new shore;
We combine
What is,
What will be,
and What was before.

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The irony of life
Is our biggest fear is to forget,
Yet its the only certain fate
That anything has ever met,
We know one day our earth
Will find itself victim to time,
That nothing will be left
To tell your story or mine,
And still through life we rush
Scrabbling for something to remember,
Perish the thought that ash be ash
And not the memory of an ember.

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I used to believe that
Living is
Doing, Moving
Getting...

But,
There is Life in
Staying still.

A bird is a bird
Even when she isn't



Flying.

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I used to think that,
Moving On,
Is the slamming of a door.

But,what is shut
Can be opened.

So, perhaps
To really move on
We must let time
Bestow on us
An Indifference
As to whether a door
Is open

Or not.

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I used to believe that
Living is
Doing, moving
Getting....

But,
There is Life in
Staying still.

A bird is a bird
Even when she isn't

Flying.

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Patience,
Is not the ability to
Wait.

It is
How we wait,

An attitude so unruffled
That no one can tell
If we're waiting

Or not.

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Life is too ironic to fully understand...
It takes sadness to know what happiness is..
Noise to appreciate silence...
And absence to appreciate presence...

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All your life..
You've tried to hold on to things,
Even those that wounded your hands..
You thought letting go is a sin,
So you didn't want to make it your thing.
You know what it feels like to be unloved..
Even all you gave was love.
So, for once try to let go..
Of things you can't control.
Of things that wound you..
Stop looking for love in people and place..
You're enough for yourself.
Give yourself some solace,
Stop paying heed to things
that makes you to compromise with your peace.

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Diplomacy is the art of saying 'nice doggie' until you find a rock.

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