For the sun to set and the morning to rise the feeling I feel I bare it is the wake and rise of her smile
Passion as the breeze time that tick but like all things settles like leaves that turn like trees
If Man was a Akita and if primitive that show more than one vision of the world would one give
Up, on us.
(For yet to found words)
For the sun to set and the morning to rise the feeling I feel I bare it is the wake and rise of her smile
At this moment of time with open arms center folded and center patiently listing to melodies of the
Most elegiac and timeless classical music Personification thoughts takes place.
Founding a way along a passage, farewell, hopes and obligations
To stay true to one self
(Honesty Upheld)
If it is wrong to take time out of a day ancient age of pen and paper was a trend
Then call me old fashion
To take time to remember occasions and maybe that of a day
That may form a brighter, a surer, clearer vision of
Life and it situation ironic as it sound a walk of a path has it always been
A retrack of steps or leap of faith?
For one to ament once wrong or right either you and I
Would that be out of the obligation?
Or the passing of time to guide a hand time just to pass the time or would
It be good conversation how would you consider it's option.
(Having Good Taste)
Valuing embracing understanding I guess every day situations place one love key
To what is important
Like a brace of a gift knowing the meaning of a gift what value could put a price tag
On true happiness
As I put down pen and paper waiting to a board the next passage all
A board next stop next destination is a board.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion as the breeze speaks about the wonderful expression shared here. Wise sharing....10