There is a majestic quality
In everyone for all to see.
Some keep it hidden, some never realize
The magnificence they hold in others' eyes.
Ah, yes, life itself is the gift.
Though the memory, itself, Time doth sift.
And some might think the reverence gone
As those we love one by one pass on.
But the intricacies Fate doth weave
In commemoration for all who grieve.
Are the blessings given to rebirth
From souls no-longer of this earth.
At first notice I came undone,
My father staring at me through my son.
But, now, in joy I ascertain
Through him, my father lives again.
I look to heavens' resounding grace
Renewed appreciation of life and my place.
Knowing as each newborn child opens their eyes
The miracle continues, no one really dies.
(Michael Anderson)
Tomorrow smile at someone
That you've never seen before.
Take time to think of others
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of Gol
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<Ab humein neend nahi aati,
Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,
Subah hone hi
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
On New Year's Day, my cat ran away
For Valentine's Day, no girls mold be mine
On
My family's gone; there's no one home.
It's only me who's home alone.
I shouldn't
No words could ever tell you,
No action could express
The way I feel about you.
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
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