Seasons come and seasons change..
Spring brings fresh breeze and new young growth..
Summer blooms with beautiful rainbow flowers along brilliant greens..
Autumn harvests colours of orange, red, yellow in very corners we turn..
Winter solstice snows magical days and nights in whites, blues and silvers..
During this magical time of the year..
it is a time to think of love and sharing..
In this peaceful time of the year..
it is a time to cherish every blessing we have received..
In this yuletide season for the year..
it is a time to be with all your friends and family..
Green fir trees cover in white snow..
Brilliant glitters sparkling joy..
Wishing all A Merry Christmas..
Throwing snowballs, building snowman and making snow angels..
roasting chestnuts in the fire..
baking gingerbread and brewing hot cocoa..
spending festive season with friends and family..
Christmas love and joy..
Yuletide feast..
Christmastide candy canes and mistletoes..
live your life with love and kindness in your heart, with all those around you..
have a wonderful Merry Christmas..
and a Happy New Year in the fresh new start..
- M. Y. -
22nd December 2011
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Saturday, November 13, 2010
poem once again..finally..
to like or to dislike, is simple..
to love or to hate, is never easy..
life as it is..
love is as such..
how to measure love..
how to qualify life..
love is life..
as life is love itself..
who can tell me what love is..
how does love and life begin separately, yet become as one..
lost both before..
will I be abandoned once again like before, when I needed someone the most..
to believe or not to believe..
to trust or not to trust..
betrayed..
abandoned..
can I still believe or trust it again?
promises once made were broken..
life is love..
love is life..
- M.Y.-
25th December 2008
to love or to hate, is never easy..
life as it is..
love is as such..
how to measure love..
how to qualify life..
love is life..
as life is love itself..
who can tell me what love is..
how does love and life begin separately, yet become as one..
lost both before..
will I be abandoned once again like before, when I needed someone the most..
to believe or not to believe..
to trust or not to trust..
betrayed..
abandoned..
can I still believe or trust it again?
promises once made were broken..
life is love..
love is life..
- M.Y.-
25th December 2008
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