It’s hard to accept as true, those summer days are numbered and few. Time lingers - for not a soul. I still hold on, I won’t let go. Then again, there is that Thursday thing going on too., leading me straight into the weekend, almost — at rolling over in clover.
A golden ray of sunshine - those are the kind of days that are sure to make a memory.
This post is dedicated to #SunThursday by @Uwelang because even though the sun isn't showing, it is shining down in all of its glory.
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You can always find a little beauty despite the things in your life, true? "Every rose has its thorns" — at the garden of life.
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Happy are those that rain sunshine down upon another. To grow and feel encouraged by those around us— at the corner of happiness and sunshine.
I said I'll love you 'til the end of time Say you'll be mine Say you'll be mine Push those words back To me, don't you see So I will know Today and forever You are mine, you are mine Say you'll be mine
Flowers. There must always be flowers. Because they color my world, every single day.
Bloom where you are planted, wherever, however
¸.♥´¸.•♥¨) Let the sun shine in on your life So the joy may touch your soul (¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥
I am sure that everyone is a veteran of blowing bubbles. It is remarkable that something so simple can bring so much happiness - to so many people. It doesn't discriminate against sex, race or religion. There are streams of laughter; people have fun blowing bubbles and trying to catch them.
Be back in a few. Off to capture the joy!!!
And just that quick, this show is over. Tag me and I will visit you too! Thank you for allowing me to muse about and as always, I wish you a wonderful day!
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again. And remember always- kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
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
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