A thought from Frost, "Fire or Ice* in the end?" Fire is revenge, Ice is cruel deep and dark, both will come, Like icy comets, That heat up when breaking apart, Not from the heavens, But from the human heart.
Slow moving day Staring at peaceful land Looking around, being grateful I am blessed I am blessed I’m not taking anything for granted No, no Slow moving day
Take time to reflect Going out in nature I am grateful I am grateful Loving my time With my fur baby It’s a slow moving day I am blessed
Do not knock, The door of my heart is locked. Once, it was a glorious place Filled with the love of my dearly beloved, and the soft sound of my heartbeats. Now, it's empty and silent. Graveyard of a dead love. A forbidden place for lovers. Please, do not knock You can't enter The door to my heart is locked forever.