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Over oceans deep,
unseen friends arise,
as we set to sleep,
over them I wish for sunny skies…
let tears not mist your awakening eyes.— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 7, 2013
Over oceans deep, unseen friends arise, as we set to sleep, over them I wish for sunny skies… let tears not mist your awakening eyes.
The soul I've glimpsed shines so bright it gleams,
perhaps it's for the good,
those windows
aren't clean.@Evan0ra— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 8, 2013
The soul I’ve glimpsed shines so bright it gleams, perhaps it’s for the good, those windows aren’t clean.
Why are we who we are,
and where,
could be
it's because others led us there.#thought #Iam— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 8, 2013
Why are we who we are, and where, could be it’s because others led us there. #thought #Iam
Though your babies might grow big,
they'll never stop being your babies.@erinlynfoodie
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 8, 2013
Though your babies might grow big, they’ll never stop being your babies.
Always has already happened,
now we get to pick our path for the next lap.#thought— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 8, 2013
Always has already happened, now we get to pick our path for the next lap. #thought
If you never let them forget one single thing,
let that thing be,
that you love them.@erinlynfoodie
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 8, 2013
If you never let them forget one single thing, let that thing be, that you love them.
Words, the anvil upon which friendship is formed, or destroyed.@MoonlightSoul_ #goodnight
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 9, 2013
Words, the anvil upon which friendship is formed, or destroyed.
Everything I write, is written for a reason,
everything I choose for its season,
so seldom is it chosen,
to be pleasing.#thought— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 9, 2013
Everything I write, is written for a reason, everything I choose for its season, so seldom is it chosen, to be pleasing. #thought
I fear that having gazed too long on anguish has rendered me suspicious of happiness.#thought#iam
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 9, 2013
I fear that having gazed too long on anguish has rendered me suspicious of happiness. #thought #iam
When you're juggling fireballs paying adequate attention to the little sparks is difficult.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) July 9, 2013