Nothing matters in
A world where anything is
Fake, sham, pretended.
Solitude and silence are
A nest of sincerity.
Sincerity
27 Monday Apr 2015
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What a lovely poem…
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Pithy, brilliant
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Our soul grows lighter,
As we learn sincerity
And simple poems.
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So true
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Sincerity can
leave you vulnerable, although
it opens thicks doors.
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woops, thick
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Reblogged this on LibereStrategie and commented:
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This is so beautiful. Sometimes the solitude is the only thing that makes sense.
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Qu’est-ce la sincérité, si ce n’est celle que l’on a face à soi-même. C’est la seule que l’on doit rechercher, car nous sommes seul dans une nudité extrême.
La solitude est la nudité de la sincérité.
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Hello Esther,
Thank you for your visit.
Good week! Kisses.
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Hence your “jardin caché”?
There are times when i long for a desert island.
(With no plastic trash on the beach!)
🙂
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Beautifully said “Solitude and silence are, A nest of sincerity.”
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