I hope my voice can be enough, I hope my hand can be enough.
I hope that every pained breath that I make is going to be enough and every
tear drop that wells up inside will refuse to fall.
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Showing posts with label OTWOL Spoken Word. Show all posts
There is Love everywhere... By Juan Miguel Severo
There are kinds of love that we don’t talk about much. There
are forms of love that we don’t get to notice that much.
Without pain there is no love... By Juan Miguel Severo
In the beginning at the time when all the stars were just
fireflies in an open field and the sun lights
between the mountains , the moon
was a prancing nymph of the forest;
Places are nothing but mere places... By Juan Miguel Severo
"Places are nothing but mere places. The parks are for leisure
and the roads are for vehicles. The trees are to provide shade, lamp posts are
to light up the darkness.
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