"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."
I found a rather interesting article about women born under the zodiac sign Cancer. I was born under this sign. You are among the people most likely to: Cry after making love. Why? Because Sensual Cancers are among the most emotional and sentimental people in the Sensual Zodiac. Secretly, people wonder… Are you real or are you really a fairytale princess come to life? So soft and so sensual, you are like a slice of sunlight brightening up every room you walk into. Your sweet smiles, graceful ways and expressive eyes make you look staggeringly beautiful. You are a joy to watch on the dance floor. You glide when you move and when you laugh it sounds like a thousand violins gone wild. Your eyes reveal so much about you… …your richness of emotions, hopes, joys, passions and insecurities. You long for protection. Your shell is that secret place you retreat to. You don’t like mean and you don’t do ugly. Perceptive, Intuitive and Insightful You have the ability to absorb nuan
A poem for my all-time favorite anime character, Van Fanel from The Vision of Escaflowne. Child of wings and green splendour Born of twisting fate and predestination In your vein flows the blood of a fabled race Inhabitants of land, water and air. Days of cloudless childhood Ended so bitterly soon When one passed away And two vanished without any trace. A land of simplicity and hidden beauty Engulfed by flames and burned to the ground Blood awakens the heart of a sleeping dragon To fight for what's left and rule the majestic skies. Child of wings and green splendor Hands are blood-stained but your heart is wounded It conceals the pain of living alone In a dark and war-torn world. Everything was lost in the hands of a manipulated fate Hope came but it stood so far away One lost heart, always on its own It's still your will that determines the fate of this world.
More than ten years ago I received a few bulbs of lilies, my favorite flowers, from an acquaintance. I planted the bulbs in our front yard and it turns out that the bulbs that I thought all the same were actually two groups of different species of lilies. What species are they exactly I do not have the slightest idea. All I know is that the pink ones bloom continuously throughout the year. But the other one, the fiery red-orange variant, is elusive. It blooms at a certain time of the year only, during the hottest months, April to May. After May, the flowers start dying altogether, and stops blooming, until the next year again, in the same months. What makes these flowers so special and so engrossing to me, beside their beauty of course, is how seldom they bloom. They were there for only two months; two months to admire their beauty, and then they're gone. It's like a reminder how something beautiful can also be ephemeral. Perhaps it's the transitory nature of things
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