Poems Of Comfort

In the midst of shadows the truth remains clear…

Under the scourge of winder the silent moon declared, “If only Spring could come to drift away the cold air still.”

Silence offers its brief pregnant pause…Then a suddenly appears…

The glory of a new day emerges from darkness & that it surely did to Light! When Spring utterly Sprung………

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Ambitious Sparks

How magnificently designed are those quiet moments alone when you realize that nothing is more important than relishing in the feeling of your dreams fulfilled.Imagine that.

 

Is This World An Illusion?

Is this world an illusion?

Is everything a lie?

Are we born with a purpose?

Or do we just live here and die?

Source: Is This World An Illusion?

Through provoking questions in artful streams…