At least once in a lifetime, arrives a quake beyond the measure of a seismograph...
The waves of which tremble your heart to terror...
Followed by cracks that rips apart your flesh...
The memories of old roses settles down as thorns piercing the delicacy of your heart...
Blood gushes out through arteries ruptured by the final blow...
And the agony and shattered hopes seem to burn the remaining pieces of your heart to ashes...

Doesn't it seem to be the end?

Yet still somehow anyhow with trembling hands if you are able to collect  the scattered ashes of your broken heart...
Hold to them day and night
Exposing it to the healing hands of time and your will
Your heart will be born anew and likely more resilient than the previous one...

And in doing so you, my friend would have done something amazing...

For the one who can mend his heart can mend almost anything else!

I need my time and space
I need a dose of Inspiration
I need the love of the sky
I need to be me
I need to be my true self
To rise above and fly

a smiling sun
arose to greet the newborn day
a smiling sun
beamed such gleefulness of fun
spreading o'er the land joy's bright ray
on making an entrance e'er gay
a smiling sun

Tiny bubbles float around
Around your head, never touching the ground
The power of magic is in the palm of your hands
No limitations, just inspiration, because you can
Following the tiny bubbles towards your future plans
Close your eyes, make it happen, and let the magic begin…