I think the truth is,
we are all a little fraction of broken
in one way or another.
And there might be something significantly beautiful
in that unspoken darkness.

Much adored is the dead poet

Within the glass case
Away from dirt
Amongst the books pressed
Rests his heart

Such was the silence he dreamed
When words streamed
Like riverine flow
In all might arose
Seeking the order in chaos

Orderly bound now his name
In peace standing behind wooden frame
Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait...

Much adored rests the dead poet.

Three things will happen to me when I reach old age,
First,my memory will go,
The other two I can't remember.
13/5/2020

I am sick of love
You are a drug to me
Like, I am a wave
and you are my sea.

Like, I am the tide
and you are my stream
I feel great pride
'Cause, you're my dream.

Maybe I am careless
and you are my rousing
When I am hopeless
You are my promising.

I am just a stage
and you are my story
I'm a blank page
Please be my love poetry!

Remember this one thing  my I say my friend.
That each of us are on a journey here on the earth.
This journey is not always pleasant nor fun either.
Sometimes there is hurt , and struggles and dark days.
Sometimes the pain is very deep indeed my friends.
Sometimes the struggling last along time in our lives.
But in the end it can be very beautiful and joyous also.
Sometimes the most painful life here friend are Gods faverite.
Are the ones that lead many to God and are very beautiful.