The invisible ornaments on the tree

The invisible ornaments on the tree.

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Hiding among the branches of my tree are many invisible ornaments.

Not ornaments that are made of gold, but rather,

invisible thread-like ornaments connecting me to my soul.

The blending of the breath of life with the quiet rain.

Or the memories of the light that shines in the time of celebration.

The sounds of children's laughter that have been taken from time.

The tears of a mother—a mother's love—

Show the double reflection of the truth.

The flower that blooms in the heart (of every flower) and has

the ability to bloom in the heart of doubt.

The breath of a loved one, as it passes from the

heaven to the earth, as it drifts away into the future.

With every wrinkle that has been created by the pain of sorrow,

There is a beautiful and eternal picture (of the heart) when one has

been through this pain.

The feeling of sorrow and the beauty of victory

is a moment frozen forever in the form of a beautiful

and delicate wreath—and the feeling of a loss and a

greater amount of loss, when love has been forgotten.

The measure of the weight of a look

to the tree and the branch;

The breath that goes from one leaf

to every speck of dust around the world.

The ornaments of our souls are

actually an expression of what we feel;

They are immortal and in the form of an

eternal gold sphere.