Faith's roots are intertwined. The poison of distrust is injected into one of them. Both trees fall together.

May your eyes;
be bright towards the future,
Your past;
only but a memory in the shadows,

Your dreams;
as so bold to move mountains,
Your goals;
as precise as the targets you set,

Your hope's song;
as loud as many heavens roaring,
Your day's courage;
be the first step of chills to hell,

Your words;
the very worthwhile of the mind,
And your echo;
be the reflection of a heart's love,

As I bless all the eyes,
of this poetic piece.
And many more blessings,
upon all my fellow poets.

She is soft like a cloud
When she was younger
She speaks well cleverly
She hurt no one and all
She was like green leaf
In the ever green forest
She smile in the darkness
And the light beam away
She looked at the sunshine
And the day's bright awake
She called the ocean and
The fishes responded
She is my girl in the
Ancient days of love

stray thoughts
born from the blue
become daisies when
the sun shines through;
a dark age unravelling
the Elysian fields
from existential glooms
come ethereal yields..

You are not sorted,
Are not perfect.
Neither am I,
Nor the world is.

If you see gloomy weather,
You have a gloomy heart,
And if it's Wonderful weather,
You have cheered heart,
Dears
It's not the weather,
It's your heart,
It's not the view of your eyes,
It's the feel of your heart.

Have you ever been the less favorite?
It doesn’t feel good.
It can urge you to jealousy and anger
which can lead you to hurt the favorite
or at least to want to.

But then consider why the other is favored:
more loving and caring
more attentive
less self-centered?

Or is it the favored one just better-looking
or genetically given?

Whatever the case,
jealousy and hurt
can send me down a crooked path
and make me miserable.

Better to just live in love.