I delve into life's pages fervently to decipher it's meaning. The world is my canvas - the keyboard is my brush. We are dreams awakening - stars lighting the path to Love.
“The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.”
6 comments:
That is so true. Especially of inventors. Do they ever really die when their life's work carries on?
Hi Uber,
Some of them didn't even get credit for their work which is a shame.
A beautiful thought with a beautiful image!
Hi Michelle,
It is lovely isn't it?
Like Kahlil Gibran himself. :)
Hi Em,
An irony in itself.
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