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723 · Dec 2013
Mirror reflection
Mirror mirror on the wall,
who am i after all?

After living joy and sandness
since my rise to my sunset?

Which expression do you see?
A sorrow one or a sweet?

Is my look clear and thin?
Or all blur full of wrinkle?

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Is a mixed figure, i see…
as the end is not yet to be…

Stand up.

Find your strength.

Grab your crutch,
and override
all these things that keep you slight.

Put on your smile
and dress in hope.
Look close this time,
the blur is gone.

You are ready now…
go on…
Here comes your second chance in row.

You're in advantage,
this time you know.

Each ending is a new start to go.
Never underestimate the power of a smile. It can beat depression and make you a dreamer.
316 · Sep 2013
The Sun in my life
This day the Sun had an early wake up;                    
the moment of Rise, the colors went bright.            

As bright as when our thoughts were of chalk,     
and we enlivened our dreams without any remorse.                                                                

Every bit of a sunbeam reminded me one thing;  
we forgot how to hold our world deep within.    

At the end of the day i had only one thought;        
of embracing the joy with which sun comes along.                         

Because life has a course and a lesson to give;        
 it matters no more, But to love, feel and forgive.
This poem is dedicated to the Sun of my life, my sweet daughter. It was written in an effort to imprint my view of reaching compassion through children's  eyes and their sensitivity.  
Please forgive my infinite writing.                            
Reviews are welcomed.

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