I wish I could sit under the tree dressed in autumn colors, with the rainbow falling my way and sip a cup of a hot lemon tea and chat with a friend with no hurry and run.
ALL BEAUTY in the world is either a memory of Paradise or a prophecy of the transfigured world. ~ Nicholas Berdyaev, The Divine and the Human
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Dates that Fade Away
The old list of birthdays fades away in my memory, and I mark new dates to celebrate.
People in life change: the new come, the old disappear.
There are certain marks that we all leave behind on each other hearts, some are beautiful and others - hurtful.
As the time erases faces and dates may we leave more beautiful marks and those that hurt be less.
People in life change: the new come, the old disappear.
There are certain marks that we all leave behind on each other hearts, some are beautiful and others - hurtful.
As the time erases faces and dates may we leave more beautiful marks and those that hurt be less.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Thinking of you
I don’t know how necessary is the time of this suspense, except that I know it all remains the same; You have made a difference in my life, have been a friend, taught me life lessons, encouraged me to look beyond my little world, to see things deeper, to forgive.
You are always in my heart and I miss you. Miss you a lot.
I don’t know how necessary is the time of this suspense, except that I know it all remains the same; You have made a difference in my life, have been a friend, taught me life lessons, encouraged me to look beyond my little world, to see things deeper, to forgive.
You are always in my heart and I miss you. Miss you a lot.
One autumn morning
It was an autumn early morning, wet outside with heavy clouds. I ran soon after you left, in attempt to find you, but you disappeared that day, without leaving any trace. I walked on the streets in vain, I missed my classes, I became very cold.
And even now, many years after, I still feel a little bit of that cold.
May your heart be warm these days.
It was an autumn early morning, wet outside with heavy clouds. I ran soon after you left, in attempt to find you, but you disappeared that day, without leaving any trace. I walked on the streets in vain, I missed my classes, I became very cold.
And even now, many years after, I still feel a little bit of that cold.
May your heart be warm these days.
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