In the sky
Birds will fly
Hope will rise
With joy untold
But to earth
Leave a note
To say you're gone
Clear your memories
To never look back
As I watch the rain
Fall from the sky
Is that the tears
From an angel's eyes
What did we do
To make you cry?
Sometimes I wonder why we as humans are capable of such beauty on one hand and then such evil on the other be loving and be kind.❤️
Give us a chance to live
A chance to live in your imagination
Even if reality does not avail us
Let us build a house in no man's land
A place where there's no sting of reality
In a dream of endless possibilities.
My rose is mine
Mine is my rose
My rose is unique
It has enchanting effect
It petals are like blades
It stalk is a trumpet
It cuts when touched
And silent when blew
But it makes me aware
Of your presence
At my door knocking
If I give you my rose
Will you keep it as my rose?
Or will you let it waste away
When you keep it as your rose?
I pray of you
Let it be my rose, mine alone.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky—
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season’d timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.
Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my body wound my mind,
You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure
A dainty lodging me assigned.
Now I in you without a body move,
Rising and falling with your wings:
We both together sweetly live and love,
Yet say sometimes, “God help poor Kings”.
Comfort, I’ll die; for if you post from me
Sure I shall do so, and much more:
But if I travel in your company,
You know the way to heaven’s door.