Life is a temple which is sometimes taken for granted like a wilted red rose long time planted. We need to surpass and begin to grow to allow our hopes and dreams to flow. We were put here to make the most of all opportunities and not to boast. With more love and peace within there would be less greed, hate or sin. To be in love is like a lily white dove soaring high within the breeze of the southern blue sky. To be at peace is like a blooming sunflower which opens it heart every hour. If we learn to love our pears we may begin to confront our fears. Always love as apose to hate and your heart may live to a longer date.
Reason for writing:
After a friend of mine past away at a young age it made me realise how precious life is.
Birth sign: Cancer
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