Reflection Poem by Magray Izat

Into the depths of ocean
of which the offender of love hides
And above the sky he shall pass
The betrayer; not always betrays
The sinner; not always commit sins
How fast shall he ascend the mountain?
yes, he will but remember
he might have a reason to do,
As everyone has a reason
To a sinner
and to a betrayer.
Spring is the season of flowers, trees to get out of miseries
So is the Autumn;
Autumn is the season of flowers, trees to get out of joys
So is the winter;
winter is the season of flowers, trees to get out of life;
to come and to die,
Alas! what about the summer?
summer is tough and
summer is to work.
Some people said;
Good is good
and some said;
Good is bad
Another said;
Bad is good
and a dervish said;
Bad is bad.
As always, a reflection of a man is deeper than the ocean and is high than the high mountain
and lights more than the sun
and shines more than the moon.
Reflection is to talk
Reflection is to behave
your reflection reflects
the way you walk and the way you behave.
Maintaining peace is the reflection of a nation.
MagrayIzat