Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Cycle of hope


Time to time
Sky is changing
It always only two colors
Blue and Green. . . .

Like a brand-new leaf
just came out of a seed
awaits for the sun shine
and waits for the rain
lots of innocent hopes
grow with color change . . .

Days are passing
New born plants are drying
Without affection
Filled with regret . . .

Again gather new hopes
 Change the color
Nothing new happens
Old story continues . . .

Birthday


A special day
For themselves to say
No matter what age may
Celebrates their own way

Optimists may say
“It’s a happy day”
Pessimist may say
“Death closed by a day”

It’s a hybrid react I called
Take a mirror and hold
My forehead get rolled
Say “I’m getting old” …

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