Hang on to the branch of hope in storm;
You will rejoice the salubrious weather!

Sleep gives you dream;
Sunrise shows the path,
Will takes it to its destination!

Open your wings;
The sky is for your joys!

A
Word
Of
Kindness
Is
A
Cup
Of
Water
To
A
Thirsty
Beggar
In summer!

Friendship
Is that love poem
Which blooms in heart
And gives fragrance through words!

i used to think there would never be enough people like you and I,
we were singing together when i told you that you were the only friend i needed.
but now i only think of you in past tense.

what a shame,
what a misadventure it was to know you.
I've never seen a light more blinding than the one that was forced into my vision when i heard about you,
even in all those years that we spent in the sun.

i like to think that you're not as terrible as you've proved yourself to be,
but i don't know how not to confuse compassion with weakness,
or the distinction between forgiveness and forgetting.

so many of our secrets will forever remain in this small town,
memories of us live on every part of your street.
Christmas came back around all too fast this year and
i keep finding the pieces of myself that i gave away buried in the ornaments we hung together.

i don't have enough time to pretend i'm not hurting,
and i don't have enough heart to feel sorry for you.
more than the clouds want the dying grass to know that they will pour all they have to bring them life,
more than the moon wants to bring full light to our darkest nights,
i want you to know
that i am not sorry.

Friendship
Is the family of leaves.

The canopy  of snow
Angels spread wide;
Frills of mist hang low
And doors of fog do slide

If you drop the ball, try to catch it again twice or thrice.
Keep doing is your strength.