Palestine I write the words I fail to speak.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
- Robert Frost 18 followers / 361 words
When all is left is echoes Of jolly music, dance And of happy souls. Images of children on a ferris wheel, Future lovers on a first date, A clown spreading a smile. Faint smell of sugar and popcorn. When all is left is a silence.
One once said: “If you fall, go down in style,” This, the long lasting wisdom of a friend; Always carry a warm and gentle smile, Instead of dropping you will ascend.
Lying on the roof On a cold summer night Clear sky above Looking to catch A falling star One passes by So fast I almost missed it Just like this moment