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Seeds don’t blossom into sunflowers in barren, dry soils without sunlight or love. They wait for Godot, the..

The whirling dervish appeared in my daydreams, but never once at night. Pulsing and dipping behind papery eyelids�" ..

We’re breathing in a bubble�" the air is thick and soft, like clouds of cotton on a humid day, or downy..

I pricked my finger with a golden needle�" the pain was mixed with some pride and perhaps a little pleasure, at h..

It is in the nature of a dove to soar�" Ebbing and flowing only to catch the purest, cleanest drops of vapou..

The slowest burning star, the most brilliant ball of fiery cosmos�" Can be easily overlooked by the untrained eye from a thou..

I cannot see inside this thick, sticky blanket; Or even sense which way is up or down I cannot move my melted limbs; As they fuse ..

We ran through the jungle, stirring drowsy grumbles with our shrieks; then we wrapped our arms around tree trunks, and hushed the..

For every snowflake That falls from the sky, And every whiff of love that intoxicates you, are twenty times more pebbles in every l..

A single grey thread raised in a single grey loop off of a single grey sweater, Is a loop that was once interwoven among thousands of c..