Author: Simona A. Brinson
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~by Samuel Ullman Youth is not a time of life—it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life.…
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~by Roy Croft I love you,Not only for what you are,But for what I amWhen I am with you. I love youNot only for whatYou have made of yourself,But for whatYou are making of me. I love youFor ignoring the possibilitiesOf the fool in meAnd for laying firm holdOf the possibilities for good. Why do…
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The Wind Remembers The wind remembers the day you were born—your first breath,the first tear you cried,your first heartbreak,your first love,your first skinned knee.It remembers how you learned to standby falling,how laughter arrived before language,how grief taught your name its weight.It followed you through open windows,waited in the hush before goodbyes,pressed its palm against your…
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~ by Elaine Cole Crombie You never knew meyou who knew me so well You who could trace my smileon a pillow or in your mind You who could identify my laughteraround the corner, up the stairs You who could feel my warmthon the coldest nights or hottest daysat your sideor a hundred miles away…
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