Clouds drift with the rise of the sun, spreading the paint of a newborn day.
Hail the new day!
Cover me in the brilliance of sunshine
As soon as today, if you may,
If you might
Could it possibly happen
Before tonight
Oh mercy! For those days that the sweetness of life is interrupted by some painful thorn, don’t throw it away because of the sting; center on the beauty, not just the hurt. Savor the fragrance of life.
Whispered words, cannot be heard
But, only by the heart
As it should be so
My love, my love
I let you cover me with a blanket of your memory, just the way it is written on your heart. Oh, the beauty of a new day. Fresh and new and we'll start all over again.
Flowers. There must always be flowers. This picture is dedicated to #SepiaSaturday by @Old-Guy-Photos.Let's toss out some sepia today!
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again. In the game of life, my friends, pondlife is at least a little further up the evolutionary chain than the insult - pond scum. Keep it classy, people. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire