My Letters
Naturally things cannot in reality fit together the way the evidence does in my letters; life is more than a Chinese puzzle. |
Naturally things cannot in reality fit together the way the evidence does in my letters; life is more than a Chinese puzzle. |
Labels: Reflections
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What makes us who we are?
What makes love turn to hate and be reborn again?
Fear of the unknown
Self doubt
Disillusions
Anticipations
Inspirations
Laughter and tears
Heartbeats
A deep breath
Sweet words
Colours of the ocean
Rose petals
Aroma of Jasmin
Mystry of creation
Stars and the moon
A gentle touch
A kind look, a glance, a gaze
Awakening
Hoping
Longing
Longing for new horizens,
Longing for a new Life.
Dear Anonymous
Thank you for visiting and commenting.
Like all of us I only have part of the answer to your question and that is my own hazy side of what I believe my truth is!
Three things from your list are most significant for me:
- Colours of the ocean
- Aroma of Jasmin
- Longing for new horizons
These make me feel reborn every time I reach them.
Thank you.
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