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By YFSun BRONZE
Libertyville,

Like a butterfly, I follow the wind and drink up the sweet nectar.
YFSun BRONZE, Libertyville,
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#308662 Poetry
By Anonymous
#308663 Poetry
By Z3R0 BRONZE
Manchester, Other
Z3R0 BRONZE, Manchester, Other
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"People will leave you without a single reason and come back with a million excuses. "

#308664 Poetry
By Anonymous
#308665 Poetry
By xhayleyx PLATINUM
Westport, Indiana
xhayleyx PLATINUM, Westport, Indiana
20 articles 0 photos 5 comments
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alicialyn301102 BRONZE, Oldforge, Pennsylvania
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#308667 Poetry
By veritas08 GOLD
Gainesville, Texas
veritas08 GOLD, Gainesville, Texas
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#308668 Poetry
By getdude56 ELITE
Carlisle, Pennsylvania
getdude56 ELITE, Carlisle, Pennsylvania
473 articles 0 photos 118 comments

Favorite Quote:
Scenery is nothing more than poetry.<br /> Love is nothing more than chemicals.<br /> &#039;Cause fairy tales are just scribbled pages filled with happy endings and little white lies.<br /> One person can make a difference, but a crowd can make a change.

#308669 Poetry
By Valor GOLD
Hawthorne, California
Valor GOLD, Hawthorne, California
15 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Look again at that dot. That&#039;s here. That&#039;s home. That&#039;s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every &quot;superstar,&quot; every &quot;supreme leader,&quot; every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.<br /> <br /> The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.<br /> <br /> Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.<br /> <br /> The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.<br /> <br /> It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we&#039;ve ever known.&rdquo; <br /> ― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

#308670 Poetry
By StormDragin SILVER
Yukon, Oklahoma
StormDragin SILVER, Yukon, Oklahoma
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Jazz speaks for life. The Blues tell the story of life&#039;s difficulties, and if you think for a moment, you will realize that they take the hardest realities of life and put them into music, only to come out with some new hope or sense of triumph. MLK