Still bloom in the garden
Green grass-plot, fresh lawn,
Though pasture lands harden
And drought fissures yawn.
While leaves not a few fall,
Let rose-leaves for you fall
Leaves pearl-strung with dew-fall,
And gold shot with dawn.
Category: A BETTER YOU
In this life we’re all fighters , you’re a warrior and you’re not alone
You may be weak but with God you’ll always pull through… HE will shine your way through the valley
You’ll always be his pally
Teachers and preachers won’t determine your merit…You’re a child of God be proud of your title
God is with you, you will win the battle
The wheezy whisper of the cold winter breeze
Sneezing through the ears of trees and flowers
Hence will caress my sorrowful sighs with the quietest romantic sonnet from the midnight air
The intermittent brisk of the fireflies fill the sphere with a silver glitterings
Do not feel dull any more:
Do not feel dull any ore
No not, feel so gloom anymore
Super springtime is here
To bring along a new cheer
The sun will shine so bright
To make you feel all the light
Spring time will be so great
It will be the time of your life
Spring is a great time
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind