Johnathan Andrew Collins

Hong Kong
Saturday, December 5, 2009

A New Day

When winter comes,
The birds migrate,
They leave for a period of time.
But when summer arrives,
It is the right time,
For the birds to come back home.

Imagine a bird with a broken wing,
Unable to fly in the sky.
But you nurtured me and you taught me to fly even high.

Imagine a library full of books,
So full of knowledge.
But the lessons that you taught me,
Was so much important.

Our injuries, our deep wound,
Are all mended by you.
Your heart so kind, your heart so pure,
You taught us to be true.

Every sunrise,
Every morning,
Has a sunset and dusk.

But every midnight,
Every single midnight,
Is followed by a new day.
Johnathan Andrew Collins
poulas edward 05 December 2009
I do not know who is behind the poem, a good thought, every mid night we are not considering since, either we are in deep sleep or we may loose our sight of ray which is latent and hidden. We consider only the ray of hope for the next day of shine. The question here the period of night are always being treated as painful, where male and female mate without seeing their face but the poets write the same as illumination. The word is so powerful because each and every saint use this word illumination of mind from dark. So dark will teach many things where you should awake. A good mind and soul never sleep. My saluatation to you, this poem is not a meek one or copied your best vision of truth. Best of luck, my words will illuminate you. I want to see the smile smile smile in the face behind the poem. Not for money, land sex but truest of humankind.
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