We all are unique magicians

From a painter to a nurse
To a poet that writes a verse
We create it in our own way
To brighten up somebody's day

We may all not have mind blowing tricks
Though our goodness still sticks
Our efforts never go unnoticed
And we don't make use of hypnosis

We all are created for a specific use
Each with our own personal muse
We all are unique magicians
And we will fulfill our missions

i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.

As a summer breeze rushes through the trees:
             Silence speaks

          As the ocean's waves
whisper to the moon to
misbehave:
               Silence speaks

           As nightfall comes and dark is deep
           Earthen creatures take rest and sleep:
               Silence speaks

           As winter's snow falls from the sky
            In piles the angels make merry where they lie:
              Silence speaks

           As autumn's chill brings vibrancy
            In cinnamon rust, in burning orange as leaves 'fall' from the trees:
              Silence speaks

        Even death rains memories so loud
        Like thunder - lightning from a cloud:
             Silence speaks

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Words don’t hurt
They haunt

they say perfection
is nonexistent, but
i have learned
it is relative.

Do you know, my friend what I did today?
I picked up a fallen acorn from an ancient oak tree growing in a nearby woods....
Then I hurriedly carved upon it our names...
And utmost tenderly planted it into the smiling soil of my little garden!

Do you know, dear,why did I do so?
For if you ever forget me, my friend, I would call upon the roots of my planted tree to find you...
If you ever have to suffer the heat of bad days...
I would ask the leaves of my growing tree to flutter in the wind so that...
The cool breeze of my consolation reaches your shoulder!
And when a smile will cross your glorious face,
I would know it just by a singing cicada upon the tree on a yellow summery day!

And even if in case we cease to exist, my friend...
The tree would remain to harbour birds to weave tales of you and I...
Our tree would become a meeting point of long lost friends... Even after we are long gone by!

People will forever remember our friendship as the one that nurtured a tree to remain forever alive!