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Explore, 5/14/2009, Front Page

Be still, my love

I will return to you

However far you feel from me

You are not alone

I will always be waiting

And I'll always be watching you

Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me

 

I can't let go

You're every part of me

The space between is just a dream

You will never be alone

 

I will always be waiting

And I'll always be watching

We are one breath apart, my love

And I'll be holding it in 'till we're together

Hear me call your name

And just speak, speak to me, speak to me, speak

 

I feel you rushing all through me

In these walls I still hear your heartbeat

And nothing in this world can hold me back

From waking through to you

 

We are one breath apart, my love

And I'll be holding it in 'till we're together

Hear me call your name

Just believe and speak, speak to me, speak to me, speak to me

 

Be still, my love

I will return to you

 

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Taken at Hanging Gardens of Babylon

 

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Society speaks and all men listen;

Mountains speak and wise men listen.

 

John Muir

The land speaks it says the first people I am fascinated by the desolate land with always a beautiful sky of clouds . The drive on five California has many miles of nothingness yet I see it as having energy and quite beautiful.. seldom is signs of anyone living there. Obviously, it doesn’t take much to entertain me as I click away admiring the beauty from my seat as a passenger. It is a curious site to see if there is still land undisturbed..

“But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.”

 

- Virginia Woolf.

  

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youtu.be/eeQYQBLuaF8 The Manhattan Transfer The speak up mambo (Cuéntame que te pasó)

"Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far." - Theodore Roosevelt

 

ERSCH - Ginny Suit -black leather-, ~Edie's~ Garance Skin (EvoX) Porcelain, Maitreya Petite Body, RAMA.SALON - Luna Hair, duckie . kitten bruises.

 

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“The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.”

 

~unknown

 

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..::The Forest Speaks::..

 

♪♪♪ Amaranthe - Amaranthine ♪♪♪

 

==Credits==

 

>Head: Lelutka EVO Fleur

>Body: Maitreya Lara

>Eyes: AviGlam Ardor Eyes Angel

>Hair: Monso Ahri

>Eye Makeup: IDDTY Deja Vu

>Freckles: okkbye Eccentric Freckles

>Body Blush: cake inc. Spotted V2 Flamingo

>Eyeliner: Glam Affair Rowan

>Lipstick: TOP1SALON Vivi

>Outfit: UNA Dove

>Horns: UNA Dove

"I wanna tell you how I feel tonight

I keep trying but the words ain't right

Nothing's for a kind like you

I'm never speechless when the earth's my view

 

Killing the time

Building a fort

Wrapped in each other as we fall in love

I've never met a girl like you

Never met a girl like you

 

We shouldn't speak of this magic

We should just say what they know

I've heard a rumor of humans who sniff out the good things to suck out the soul"

  

The mood

 

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All the poses used in my pictures are made from scratch

No AI used

 

Textures by Les Brumes, JoesSistah and Florabella (platinum/warm.)

Listen: Speak - Ben Abraham

 

I didn't hear you enter but I know you have been circling my room

I listen for your footsteps, close my eyes and wait for you to move

you're hiding like a memory, teasing like a girl I used to know

you're tumbling and gamboling, calling to the weakness in my soul

 

telling me to speak

 

and in one reckless moment you move a little too close to my ear

I grab a hold with both hands and scramble to make sense of what I hear

I try to tie you down with synonyms and sad piano sounds

for a moment you surrender, one moment we both stand on the same ground

 

and I begin to speak

 

and all at once you pull away but I'm lost within your atmosphere

as quickly as you found me I panic as you try to disappear

I reach out with my fingers and try to pull the letters back in line

your words spin out of order and the pounding in my chest is out of time

 

and I just want to speak

 

Background:

I wanted to take a pic to that song for a very long time... with my friend Oisin. Today we finally both had the time for a photo shoot 😊

Result: two different versions of that topic... here's the other one: Version 1

 

Thanks a lot dear Oisin!!! ❤ M

American Bald Eagle takes to the airways in Florida.

 

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"Speak to me of lovely things, of treasures yet to be found, of peace that flows like a river. Tell me of tranquil places that no hand has marred, no storm has scarred. Give me visions of standing in the sunlight, or feeling the mist against my check as I move and live and breathe. Show me paths that wind through wild lilies and beds of yellow primroses. Sing me songs of the spheres, the mingled voices of wrens and meadowlarks, the lowing of gentle cows, the soft motherly chuckle of the mare talking to her colt.

Lead me past the glass-smooth pond where frogs croak of their coming-out party, their graduation from frisky tadpoles to squat green frogs that wait patiently for the flying insect. Find me a place in the sun to sit and think and listen to the sweet inner voice that says so quietly, 'Peace. Be still'."

 

[Joyce Sequichie Hifler]

 

Furillen in Spring

 

At the Lotus Pond, except for the occasional symphony of frogs croaking, one finds the tranquility to get in touch with ones self and surroundings...Like a beautiful view from a mountain top, one walks away refreshed...

Lago Blanco, Tierra del Fuego, Chile

An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.

 

-- Martin Buber

Let Roses Speak …

… They say it all !

Until to the Ground their Petals fall

Words cannot describe their Beauty at all,

So let Flowers speak – They say it all !!!

(Caren)

 

[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)

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Don't speak, I know what you're thinkin'

I don't need your reasons

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Our memories, well, they can be inviting

But some are altogether mighty frightening

As we die, both you and I

With my head in my hands, I sit and cry...

♪♪♪ www.youtube.com/watch?v=TR3Vdo5etCQ

Photo captured by candy kush

 

Model: candy kush

 

Edited by Castiel Rebellious

Taken at PuddleChurch maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Puddlechurch/202/197/17

 

Pose - Creative Stylez - say nothing

 

Hair - Magika - Faye

Necklace - CHAIN - Olivia Necklace

Earrings - CHAIN - Hoop Earrings

Rings - Vibing - Amby

You make me feel like a fire

You make me feel like a kid

You make me feel like each other

Five galaxies swirling in Stephan's Quintet..

 

Mood: youtu.be/jBnkmX5Haik

On the banks of Indus, found this 'self-lit' tree which brought interestingness to the landscapes.

A brown-crested flycatcher (Myiarchus tyrannulus) lets everyone know that he is here in Tucson, Arizona.

Details & Credits are on the blog post:http://rissasecondlife.blogspot.com/2018/05/speak-your-mind.html

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