why dream cloud you hang so low? are all my dreams too much to hold? all my dreams they rain on me. it storms tonight so carelessly. the wind sings songs like symphoines. then thunder and lighting are drowned out.
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There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit about on the swings and slides with boundless joy, inciting memories of when they were girl and boy. The
I never knew the meaning of Love; Until I met you my dove. The moment I saw and heard you; I feel for you. You treated me as a friend; I treated you more than a friend. Finally, the day
Two Faced Rain Crystal drops of heavenly benevolence, A tender stroke of vibgyoric seven, A new paint on the fabric of soil, Dry wrinkled earth, wrapped in rejuvenating foil. Moist, wet, drips, mist, drizzle, pitter- patter, Cool, light, fresh, earthly
The sky has turned red; However the feelings in my heart are not dead. The sun is about to rise; I cannot forget those beautiful eyes. You cried the whole evening; I was strong, as I thought this will be
I am alone. I sit at the doorstep With no one by my side, No voices I hear, Except the rain – That falls in little drops; Bursting as it touches the grass. Delighted, the frogs leap The fishes jump
Quest is the synonym of determination, so always think that while you proceed forward Quest is the glad tiding of success, and determination opens all secrets of universe Quest is the light in life Determination so increases that light Quest
Scared, timid, silent, sound it had no more, Rough and dead, its breath seem to fade, Flesh darkened, ripped apart from the soul, Cover the portions of my love, The Raven pleaded for its dying soul. I use to hear
I reminisce Easter at our home was as important as Christmas. Mom surrounded our small apartment with the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” I waited on the Easter Bunny as much as I did Santa but I would wake up
Trees give so much yet receive so little Our attitude towards them is brittle Have we considered what we do to trees? Or not, I should think, we do as we please Compared to us, they have given us lots
Life is a pendulum That swings between Life and death With rhythm of the heart Open to the river of life Fling into its music Each passing moment Spicing up life with love Life is not infinite Every skip of
Looking back, I see That I’ve come a long way From where I used to be. In the faraway town, Where I spent the best days of my life. Rainy, sunny, cloudy… Whatever it may be. I had my own
She was considered to be the daughter of god her beauty was praised in all abroad she was the one with a strange innocence with a bit of ignorance it is believed she emerged from an egg as her father
I saw a child Playing in the mud Red hair Glistening in the sun Twinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea. Hands clutched the dark soil And out came a dimpled smile, Enthralling me. As I looked on She metamorphosed into an
I seek the knowledge of nature, With all its bounty and glory Of the twinkling stars, of the burning lava, Of the flying birds, of the crawling insects, Of the animal hunger, of human minds. I seek knowledge of the
The times we live in…. Hungry urchins with big eyes.. Mugshots of them, liked by so many… No food tho’ in their sight, As they trudge along, for a miracle. It’s worth talking about, and long scoops. But then, it’s