I envy the rain when it pours…
May 26, 2009 by ivy-baby
These feet will carry me to those two strong arms waiting to hold me close.
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Sometimes, when you think you are already there, reality taps and reminds you, you are not even near enough. And so you walk, and walk, and walk again. Wondering when you will ever see the shadow of comfort.
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Again, can you make a mistake and miss your fate?
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What becomes of the past when they are not buried deep down? They become your future.
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Your hands need warming. Let me hold them.
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Can this be the end of a beautiful friendship?
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I envy the rain when it pours. It couldn’t wait to kiss the hungry earth. It does not stop in the sky; it runs straight to her eager soul.
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Too much fervor, her lovely blossoms are carried away with the tearful mud. Too little, they wilt in the scorching fire.
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The best things in life are not things. (From a billboard somewhere along Balintawak)