Breathe
Glory LoveWorld
The pressure is on Your world seem in disarray Trying to stay afloat Under the weight of life's demand You may have taken a wrong turn to stress land Lost in your self plans Caught in the midst of the tension Confused at the sound of the buzzing intercom The beeping of the fax machine The Ringing of your phones The knocking on your door Your world is turned upside down Temperature rising with the bustling around in your space But remember to lookup and exhale Inhale, recalling His perfect love for you Pause, take a break to breath Rest and let His inspiration sip in Get ready for a new experience Away from the turmoil Away from the maddening pressure Get ready for a new experience A new experience into His love A love like no other A peace beyond still waters That you may taste the newness of His grace The rain of His Love and Peace.
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Morgan Ray and Rose. ⏺English translation⏺ I will find flowers among the fragments of people, give them to you. I am so pleased that there is you, your love for me. I will give you a sea of hope, and lights that do not fade. My heart is only you, it falls asleep without you. I'm giving everything I have in me for you to paralyze the rocks. I don't want to To conquer fate, together to the very edge. We'll be gone on the penultimate day, but our lines will remain. All love is sealed here, in our phrases and ellipses. So, let's rise high, and forgetting about the holy, Falls of the rock. I'll take your hand, and everything, all around It's going to be the way you dreamed.
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"Письмо ушедших дней"
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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