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If you know about these three sentences, then I suppose you have a broken dream, crashed between your painful reality and Stubborn souls full of darken steam, Suspicion in your deed, destitution even may the need, or anything can fade as the Sun last beam.
You picture the situation as if it your end, you spirit shout there is nothing can let you bend, stand up please... I'm still have power to fight, and to you I'll lend, clarify what's happened and you'll comprehend, your wounds make you blind but nothing can't mend.
Falling thousands of times either gives you experience or gives you priceless lesson, See how the arrow is going back just to go forward racing the beam of Sun, Even that speeding bullet goes out of steady gun.
When you fail to handle hard life mill gear, and you lost the vision or can't see clear, you should search for hope in the heart of stone, Fight to get what you want even if all you got are broken bone, for you became stronger you became a genuine and not a clone.
Yes it was failure but through failure we've been grown, no matter how it was darken, stop complaining about that's already gone, never let weaknesses obscured your dawn from shown.
Money brings you friends of commun interest,
Beauty brings you friends of lust,
Morals bring you friends remain throughout a lifetime,
Destiny comes to fold what had been destined,
We maybe can't cry tears, but we have a bleeding heart,
We maybe kept silent for years, yet our words touching souls as blessing art,
We maybe hide our inner fears, but the eye of be holder it need no border or chart,
I know that anxiety is like rocking chair, Makes us swinging a lot, Think a lot yet It will not moving us anywhere, so.. I'm sorry it's out of my hand, and i can't explain how i already care.
I know where i should, to be... But what destiny hid nobody can see,
Under the same skies we are struggling like humming birds suffering of bree,
Tired from swings, fire in our wings, willing for rest, searching for a tree,
An echo from above, calling ya dove, fold your wings, push your strength, for what meant to... Be,
Let your feathers invade the heart of winds, and be brave for what.. tomorrow may brings.
When love conquers poverty mills. The hearts bleed the blood of love on the graves of commitment.
The joy of the encounter and the pain of parting turn into a struggle for survival
And the ray of hope dissolves Between fear and bashfulness,
Aspirations stat to disappear, we keep pushing until we get wounds we can not bear,
And the discontent between reality and the struggle to heal the wounds the life itself becomes disheartening, meaningless,
You can curse the circumstances.
You can resent what you have made with your choices.
There are many reactions depending on your personality
So you can try again many times... But even if you keep trying in the same way, you will only benefit from repeated failures,
Here at this particular time ... faith must emerge from the heart of sorrows,
Belief that you are a human nd humans do mistakes,
Belief that everything happens by fate and destiny,
Belief in your strength, ans your power to rise again,
Belief that nothing created to stay forever, and who he will win is aften the one can patiently waiting a little bit more.
Belief that What afflicted you, you weren't had the ability to avoid. And what missed you wasn't distend to harm you at first place, for all that you are going through have been written when you was at your mother womb.
Now awake up from your dreams and try again to make sure you give them birth and let them come true, you are definitely designed for success.
You will still keeping be sad and afraid of losing the people and things dear to your heart, until you'll learn to be afraid of them creator more than what he gave you once and you have lost.
Rising a daughter is hard indeed,
For we grow a generation to lead,
Not fragile child to bleed,
Selflessness to her family when the time in need,
Have no vanity, no ego even the greed
Help her as a shadow glowing in her darkness deed,
You, he who think you are a good father,
your mission wasn't just them feed.
For raising a daughter is hard... Indeed
Who I'm.. I don't know but I'm your best friend, telling you his secrets because i hope for this love to be mend,
He is just a fragile feather in the wind. And in his love, he is so blind.
Forgiveness you will surprisingly find for he said revenge for the weak mind. Respect elderly, and for parents he will surely bend.
Mercy for children. Commitment is the crown of love.. O wait that's not the end,
Religion for God it's away from being touch and the place we shall call it home, is for everyone not just for lunch.
No compulsion. No force to do evil but Frankness and clarity is always required. No lie hypocrisy nor betray even with pried .
Merry Christmas my beloved and my best friend.
Yes.. The flames of longing intensified from waiting,
But, If ships don't stand against storms, how it would into the heart of the typhoon invading,
And.. If it was not for love, the foot would have gone so far and joyfully bleeding,
Longing became measureless, even the game becomes useless,
The soul became restless, even the heart refuse anything more or less,
If I could borrow you my eyes, you will surprisingly see how beautiful you are,
If i could gives you my ears, you will enjoy the music of your heart beats,
If i could let you see the the world in black and white, you will notice the purity of your soul,
If only i can package my love in a container, I'll need a universe to decently submit to you the promises of eternal loyalty.
If only.. It's by my hands, I'd be there from a long time ago.. Pray for me to get what I'm waiting for as i pray for your acceptance to who I am.
After putting our weaknesses feeling and our goodness in readable open book, we grew up enough to know that not everyone supposed to respectfully like poems.
Today I grabbed a sense of the situation i let youo face alone while I'm complaining for what I'm going through and i thought I'm own you with apologise.. And It is not important to tell the one you love that you are sacrificing for him, but the important thing is that you feel it is worth the sacrifice, and you are worth loving.
I'm not asking you for love.. I'm seeking your mercy for mercy is deeper than love, it's quite purity, where love, sacrifice, self-denial, tolerance, kindness, pardon, generosity, for my sweetheart all of us are able to love by virtue of the human genius. But only those who are capable of being mercy are so rare kind of human,
Just don't love flowers for its perfume and nectar، watch it gives you mercifully its nectar until it last breath.
Saturday night, only fools seeking for fight,
For it's a blessed moments full of delight,
You keep our problems aside but now .. please let me hold you tight,
For that last battle weaken your knight,
didn't you know that; the day i missed you, I lost the road that leads me to the light.
A soft kiss wishing you goodnight.
When happiness lies between the touch of our existence and how we feel about others,
When it becomes rational... what rejects by the mind with all means and imposed by the heart,
When faith in God is unlimited, and all predestination will lead us to the same path,
When we savor loneliness as a means of giving rise to our longing,
When we live the present with sincerity to the dreams of future and to lose time between the pen and what it dictates,
When silence says what words can not
When the eye reveals what in the heart so hot
Do not get angry
You love deeply.. deeply love.
If you know about these three sentences, then I suppose you have a broken dream, crashed between your painful reality and Stubborn souls full of darken steam, Suspicion in your deed, destitution even may the need, or anything can fade as the Sun last beam.
