Wanna see something wonderful? Go look in the mirror. Sometimes the most courageous person is the one who admits they're not alright. The saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the wisest, and the loneliest people are the kindest. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Everyone is born an original, but most die photocopies. There's too much blood in my coffee system! It's so cold. Global warming save us! In every group there will be rascals and thieves, and God forbid that any assemblage of men be marred by one man's faults. I'm still on this side of the dirt. I have that to be thankful for.

@ragnar beautiful🌹

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@mindoverbeauty said in Words that hit your heart 💟💞💝:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

For my sentiments, one that comes to mind is Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee"

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

@us-poet i understand where your coming from and now I can relate.
I’ll play along with your story and we both can create
An ending that leaves us humans into a victory
We’ll make these demotic butterflies a part of our history.
Unfortunately as I look how time grows
How will our pollination continue to flow?
If the butterflies have magic will it go through the pollen
If so then all our insect kingdoms will have fallen
So we must be careful and be cautious of what will be
For we are humans, a dominate species.
We must keep our way of life healthy
Unfortunately loosing all insects will not be wealthy.
If we kill them all off it is technically suicide.
But on the other hand we can not stand and sit aside.

@yoursbucky i am waiting your poems, i love literacy and poetry

@us-poet When I was writing my response, I thought of this poem: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe (1599).

Later in 1600, Sir Walter Raleigh made a reply to this poem entitled:
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd

See this link: http://www2.latech.edu/~bmagee/201/marlowe/shepherd_&_notes.htm