broken wings
like an angel
fallen from grace
the beating of the heart
the only evidence of life
cold and calculating
devoid of warmth and hope
but eventually
one has to stand
and move forward
even amidst the dark
there is always a sliver of light
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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