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“Yes You Are!
Like the Blossoming rose,
Like the Rays of hope.
Like a deer in the forest,
Like an athlete full of zest.
Like a lamp in temple,
Like the life feeling ample.
Like the feel of the dawn,
Like the grace of the swan.
Like the melody of sitar,
Like the rage of guitar.
Like a group of angels in the sky,
Like the pot that makes you high.
Like the peacock's dance,
Like she is the romance.
Like the silent talk,
Like the wine from Medoc.
Like the colors of life,
Like the music from the fife.
Like the calmness of the cold wind
Like the beauty of the hind.”
― A Leap Within
Like the Blossoming rose,
Like the Rays of hope.
Like a deer in the forest,
Like an athlete full of zest.
Like a lamp in temple,
Like the life feeling ample.
Like the feel of the dawn,
Like the grace of the swan.
Like the melody of sitar,
Like the rage of guitar.
Like a group of angels in the sky,
Like the pot that makes you high.
Like the peacock's dance,
Like she is the romance.
Like the silent talk,
Like the wine from Medoc.
Like the colors of life,
Like the music from the fife.
Like the calmness of the cold wind
Like the beauty of the hind.”
― A Leap Within
“Perfection"
Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.
Every star-thistle has a thorn.
Every flower has a blemish.
Every wave washes back upon itself.
Every ocean embraces a storm.
Every raindrop falls with precision.
Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.
Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.
Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.
Every sound has an echo in the canyon.
Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.
Creation's whispered breath at dusk comes
with a frost and leaves within dawn's faint mist,
for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,
with a dead sparrow on the ground.
(Poem titled : 'Perfection' by R.H.Peat)”
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Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.
Every star-thistle has a thorn.
Every flower has a blemish.
Every wave washes back upon itself.
Every ocean embraces a storm.
Every raindrop falls with precision.
Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.
Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.
Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.
Every sound has an echo in the canyon.
Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.
Creation's whispered breath at dusk comes
with a frost and leaves within dawn's faint mist,
for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,
with a dead sparrow on the ground.
(Poem titled : 'Perfection' by R.H.Peat)”
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“She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.”
― Pot Luck
― Pot Luck
“When they wish to be top dogs and become the heartbeat of all attention, some appear to be missing grit and find themselves relentlessly out of steam. Since the philosophy of their living seems to restrict itself to ‘enjoying wanting’ and keeping everything on a wish list, their life, eventually, remains mere wishful thinking. ( "Feeling like a fallen star" )”
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“Each cell within its atom is a raw, formless idea that exists beyond mortality. It is the wild state constantly creating your world, the one word in a collective equation that is you becoming written from nothing into something — and so it knows, ultimately, annihilation is an essential instrument of becoming new to all that can be known.”
― The Power of Amie Martine
― The Power of Amie Martine
Aimee’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Aimee’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
458 books
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122 friends
3,646 books
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844 friends
2,509 books
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82 friends
734 books
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303 friends
234 books
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290 friends
8,141 books
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3,261 friends
1,187 books
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771 friends
124 books
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789 friends
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