Sometimes I am unable to find adequate words for what lies in my heart, and yet, I cannot remain silent. At these moments, I borrow the words of others.
If you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
- Kahlil Gibran
Poetry Thursday, on gratitude
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