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~ Song of the Wave XVII – Khalil Gibran

Be thankful for every person in your life, past, present and future cause they will make you stronger, kinder, wiser and they are the people that make you who you are today.

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The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart.

We are at last united by love, and Then the moon draws me from him.

I go to him in haste and depart Reluctantly, with many Little farewells.

I steal swiftly from behind the Blue horizon to cast the silver of My foam upon the gold of his sand, and We blend in melted brilliance.

I quench his thirst and submerge his Heart; he softens my voice and subdues My temper.

At dawn I recite the rules of love upon His ears, and he embraces me longingly.

At eventide I sing to him the song of Hope, and then print smooth kisses upon His face; I am swift and fearful, but he Is quiet, patient, and thoughtful.

His Broad bosom soothes my restlessness.

As the tide comes we caress each other, When it withdraws, I drop to his feet in Prayer.

Many times have I danced around mermaids As they rose from the depths and rested Upon my crest to watch the stars;

Many times have I heard lovers complain Of their smallness, and I helped them to sigh.

Many times have I teased the great rocks And fondled them with a smile, but never Have I received laughter from them;

Many times have I lifted drowning souls And carried them tenderly to my beloved Shore.

He gives them strength as he Takes mine.

Many times have I stolen gems from the Depths and presented them to my beloved Shore.

He takes them in silence, but still, I give fro he welcomes me ever.

In the heaviness of night, when all Creatures the ghost of Slumber,

I Sit up, singing at one time and sighing At another.

I am awake always.

Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me! But I am a lover, and the truth of love Is strong.

I may be weary, but I shall never die.

~ Song of the Wave XVII – Khalil Gibran

By KINDNESS WISDOM

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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