Words that grieve those wounded hearts, Sparks hope in the spirits of praise,
Blowing the morning rays in the midst of the vast darkness,
Just never stop moving on in that middle point,
When what you need is so fare away and you still can touch,
when what you have is so close and you fail to appreciate it too much,
When you lose your goal in that nowhere place, waiting for that magic something to happen,
No my dear,
Contentment then a sincere smile.... love need not more than that,
to be continue : )