At last i got rid of this darkness
and a beautiful spring has awoken.
I have awoken and looked the sun
that has risen upon the green and flowers.
Courage found its way in my heart.
Everything i've been through all this time
was dark and ill intent, but a new day rises.
I leave behind this gloom or at least i won't
let my loved ones suffer from it.

Our habbits, our age, our personality, our wealth,
our beauty are all meaningless in the face of death
and so the question "what matters most?"
becomes controversial. Poeple get confused and
close their eyes to what they do not understand.
But the truth of the matter is there are many unusual
things in this world. And people... People are the
most mysterious of them all.
Even those we love most are mysterious.
They might not be perfect, we might not be perfect
but they are there for us trying the best they can.
That's what makes this world so **** beautiful,
that's what matters most!

Let your pretentious desires away
taste a glimpse of what must be done
let your life change and control your fate
for waves strike the rock hard and chasten it
but do not break it in shivers only chisel.

The man who tries to escape
what he fears the most
can only discover that he took
a shortcut straight to it.

It feels good to give, to help, to encourage
selflessly, to see the smile on their face
knowing that what you did for them was
truly meant. But...
But sometimes a simple thank you would
be nice...

Heart woven from world's greatest thread
with passionate beat
love donor
kindeness donor
strength donor
a titaness of life
which warm tears shine
of love even in gloom.
A goddess of compassion
a poetess of passion.
My heart fills with gratitude
my soul fills with love.
Thank you for being my friend
thank you for you might be
the best of us all.
If more were like you
the world would be a merrier place.
This poem and a smile my humble gifts to you.
Merry Christmas.

Tales that will forever be lost
stories that will never be told
sacrifices that will never be known.
My love seems a bit from these all
my heart in the beat of a squall
my life breaches the gates of a wall.
Thoughts will never be silenced
facts will never be undone
amnesia is not the plan.
I won't beg for the price i've paid
i won't regret for the ruin we've caused
moving forward looks like a brawl
that was the plan all along.