Laying down the pen, she also laid down her hopes and dreams, for in her heart she knew, she could no longer fool herself that she was capable of writing the fairytale of love turned around.. not with her co-author...she had grown up. No more, turning one more page believing that this time the tale would have a happy ending for she having examined the book closely, realised all the chapters thus far had followed the same theme...the dream turned to drama Ripping out the pages that brought value and meaning to her life, she picks up her pen and closes the cover, the book lies somewhere, she knows not where. She hears one still writes there, a tale of woe, of love abandoned.. the pages flutter in the wind, to the best of her knowledge, left unread The book is now his and his alone, for with her pen she writes a new tale where words like love, respect, courage, faith, togetherness,freedom,security above all happiness and balance have found their home.

glitter-graphics.com "And when you speak to me of love" she said let your talk build walls walls that protect, built on solid foundations of trust, respect and understanding walls where our children have no fear of turning corners and feel free to run and explore walls that encase warmth and welcome yet hold no captives If your talk differs then best we fall silent and speak of love no more

glitter-graphics.com © Tarot.com POSITIONAL (MAIN) MEANING The joy of shared victory resounds throughout your environment. The card that lands in the Situation position refers to social or circumstantial factors which could be affecting your life at this time. The Nine of Cups in this position suggests that your immediate circle may have experienced some sort of victory. The group, either a family unit or a domestic partnership, has made it across the finish line together, completing the agreed upon labors in a coordinated way. At the heart of the joy in this card is the unity that comes from the realization of shared dreams. Positive, abundant, and optimistic feelings are experienced equally among you. Take great pleasure knowing that each of you may be a part of a winning team, expressing the collective heart and achieving a collective success. This card calls for a celebration, a toast, a round of applause, and acknowledgment for all the players. Surveying the cards she held in her hand she smiled a knowing smile for represented in them were the people the places all the things that gave meaning to her life today Everything she had ever hoped for Situation: Nine of Cups

Five hundred days later she realised There would be no perfect day to fly There would always be clouds She would have to learn to rise above them

"Some people think its holding on that makes one strong. Sometimes, its letting go"

Kalhil Gibran And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain." And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
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"I hold the key of power" he taunted, he knew her weakness, her wound. Looking at the key in his hand, at him with sad eyes, a sadness of heart for one who appeared so weak and powerless before her. She remembered the key, the rust that fell as she opened the door so many years ago, yet that was past, she knew this beyond a doubt. Held gently within her hand was a key she had found in that room. She had explored there, examined, reassessed her place in this world and smiling she remembered the healing that took place within that space then, turning in peace, walked away with the key to her future. A woman leaving that space holding the hand of the small child; merging into one as they walk through the door. Edna St. Vincent Millay - Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are betrayed... Here is no treasure hid, No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain For greed like yours, no writhings of distress, But only what you see... Look yet again— An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless. Yet this alone out of my life I kept Unto myself, lest any know me quite; And you did so profane me when you crept Unto the threshold of this room to-night That I must never more behold your face. This now is yours. I seek another place. "You keep it" She smiled,for she knew she had no need for it any longer

IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE:SET THEM FREE

'I would be different' he told her, hiding his guilt... 'If only I had a loving wife'. Now I understand what you tried to say to me For you could not love me you did not know how and when no hope what left inside on that starry, starry night I took my life as lovers often do and found a space where I could love me and left you to find Your IF ONLY...... But still my love was true

CHUVA

Thankyou S :) The usual things in your life wont make you miss them Only the hurting memories, or those which make you smile There are some people who stay in history, our lifes history And others who we dont even remember hearing their name It are the emotions that bring life to the suadade that I bring in me Those I had with you, and Ive just lost Their are days that leave marks in your soul and in our life And the one that you've left me I cannot forget The rain felt in my face frozen and tired The streets that the city had Ive went along through them Oh my young lost city girl cry I screamed to the city That the fire of love Under the rain, died moments ago The rain listened and silenced my secret to the city and there she knocks on the window glass Bringing with her the saudade
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25 years later she realised No matter how hard she tried to fit the pieces together The puzzle didnt match the picture on the box Ask her if she felt she had wasted time "No", she will softly sigh, "Not I" "Ask another passing by" One who carries an empty box