Little On Life Poem by Aman Saa

Life is strange,,,
it teaches us to walk and smile in sunrise,,
One day so it happens
from the road of roses it sweeps us to the river of deserts..
and gifts us with rolls of thorns,,,
we cry, we shout, and even dip to silence of night,,,
though life flows on its own..
and finally one day
it carries us again to the banks..
then we just stare at the times we traveled through
and say to ourself
that all that happened, happened for good..
journeys will always need stopage to have the perfect measures..
just as rivers are incomplete witout deserts.