Days gone by, but that picture still reminds. It still is an image straight into the head. Like a train it moves, chuchuchu. What days they were. Such times were
TO BEARTO BEAR
Ouch! Thinking of it pains a lot. Not doing it also hurts, it has repercussions, the future will not be bright, it would be dull. A picture of a beggar
Wave moving, back and forth. Cars being driven to and from. Bicycles being ridden to work. Children waking up early for the search of education. The blowing wind, the swaying
TWO FACEDTWO FACED
When you have with you a dream. When you want to reach a place, to be somewhere. A place where it is high, a place where most walks with you.
blowing time does seem right valuing yourself to discover you are more that what you receive is little but what you give is more perhaps being selfish is required to
holding on to it with an aspect of believe that to come to be it will be with imaginations driving every day it is this thought of you having it
not all is lost there is hope there is light keep the fire burning keep the believe keep going Photo by Ph B on Unsplash
sure is this breathtaking where the sky is azure blue with a sweetness aroma of belonging to something fluid to something deep to something flowing like the rivers at Mt.
glaring at it its movement its peace its flowing with the current back and forth to and from he raises a hand they too raise theirs bye he says bye