Have you observed the November sky? It looks so innocent and so undone It’s not the same as in July A visible phenomenon made by

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
Have you observed the November sky? It looks so innocent and so undone It’s not the same as in July A visible phenomenon made by
The golden crowns of the autumn splendorFlamboyant orange croton leavesThe yellow and the crimson chrysanthemumsEye pleasing and beautiful scenes.Sweet alyssum carpets the groundAs though protesting
A golden path laid under my feet A golden path reminder of my blessings. Another year that my eyes can see As maple trees and
Just take a look Each flower tells you something each stem, each petal – is a stroke of wonder, a magic that brings your soul
Magic of sunset takes my breath away. The golden brims are so magnetic, The dim glimmering light makes me hopeful and poetic. The faint light
A sound of a thunder. Clouds puffed out into an angry gray July’s sky opened in wonder Freeing cool droplets of rain. It feels as
Time is a thief with a painter’s brush Gently, covers up past pains and regrets in the golden dusk Waits for no one and never
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Birds chirping, dancing, Nesting on the trees. Flowers in the garden Blossoms and fresh breeze. Hepatica everywhere, violet, white and blue Waves gracious goodbye, Awakens
Tranquility is what I need. Tranquility is what I’m after. To find a sense of peace, Collect the pieces of the life that shattered. Revival
Dear March, I have been waiting. Waiting for you to usher the long-waiting spring. I don’t mind windy weather and rapid changings, and last year
A busy season or it seems A joyful shopping and gift wrapping Spreading holiday wishes and dreams Hoping to find a great treat in stockings.
You didn’t heal me because of my great faith We both know – my faith is always shaky. You touched my weakened soul when I
I’m not innocent; I have been broken. Tears, what washed my emptiness away So long as my story remains unspoken, There is a chance for
I wish I could cancel this appointment I should have ignored the knock on my door A vicious turn was out of my view A
When I die, don’t bring me flowers. Don’t whisper that I will be missed, Don’t kneel, don’t pray for hours Don’t shed a tear –
I come to you at the eleventh hour ‘Cause you are my last resort. Ashamed ’cause I know that you have the most power Yet,
Heal my hurting heart, oh Lord Take my turmoil and turn it into triumph You gave me life, so fill it with joy I am
May night, pernicious night A dim eclipse. Chernobyl ash is in the air. No soul around. The darkness has played awful tricks, Crippling veil threw
If I could make wishes come true, I would give all my wishes to you To lift you up, to give you wings, So you