hope will always find its way..
embracing every soul..
sometimes in the most peculiar ways..
where all doors seem to be closed..
even at its coldest, the sun still shines..
igniting the earth thru the thickness of the branch..
peeking brightly to warm the freezing land..
to warm the soul..
(let your mind breeze the coldness of snow in this hot summer day of 41'c)
3 comments:
very nice poem...hmm...so poetic....I can only be creative when I am sad or depressedd:-((
Keep up the good spirit..we'll witness it:-))
agree with Nana. But hopefully Riana does not need to be stressful to write more others beautiful poems.
Hahaha....you just won! I'm terribly in despair. It seems the work continues unfinished. Writing that is to cool my mind.
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