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God willing, she said,
Looking at the dwindling garden flowers
This winter we’ll have blooms of marigold.

Her clayed hands some smudged on her face
They speak of her hard stolen recess
From the grinding chores of running a family
And still when the wind turns cold
Dream for beds of marigold!

God willing
Before her dream’s warmth fades
The garden will be blooming with marigold beds.
I am grateful for each and everyone of you.
I thank you for inspiration that you give me.
I also thank you for all of your encouraging.
You truly make us all feel Special and important.
I see so many Awesome authors on HP, thank you.
I see so many Great people on Facebook as well.
I thank each of you for being the person that you are.
T he person that Christ created to bless us all.
So I just want to thank each and everyone of you all.
 Nov 2015 David
Hilda
June Nocturne
 Nov 2015 David
Hilda
Lavender sunset deepens
and a plaintive hush prevails
broken by locusts rasping
nocturne foreboding



~Hilda~
Dodoitsu
Standing in a corner,where nobody else is to be seen,
with a stick as support,
the old man is lost in his thoughts..
He's probably thinking of the days when he was considered as important,
the days when he was never alone,
the days when he always had someone to talk,
the days when his wife was still here to hold his hand whenever he felt he was too weak..
whenever he needed someone to listen to him as he speaks..
whenever he needed someone near as he was facing his worst fears..
Or maybe he's thinking of the days when his children were scared when he was not around..
happy when they used to see him standing in front of the school gate to pick them up after school..

Standing in that corner,
a tear rolled down his cheeks..
it was not a simple tear,
but one full of pain..

Realizing that it was nothing but his past,
he slowly turned and,
went back to where he came from..

-Sharvish
'Old people' need your love..
..your attention
remember that they were the ones who always stood by your side no matter what..
Respect them because you are not going to be permanently young!
what goes round comes round..
...
..
Much before the door closed
Can be seen regularly when walking on the road
Though dark, see the mass of trash
But did not hear any noise ever

On the side of the sky touch wall
My constant movement
Though shadow yet trademark cynicism
I can go away even closed eyes

Closed eyes within the dark
Yet unbelievable, but brings a dream
A dream within the dark,
See a diamond crystal
Where only light and light dispersion
From each dimension

Suddenly, in dream
I am in front of the closed door,
See a footprint,
Known voice with tune,
Can hear the illusive song

Now neither there exists any tall wall
Nor any closed door in the mind
...
..
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