Manager by day, Musician by Night
This is dedicated to brave soldiers guarding peace: As that rare sound beckons my heart,My heartbeats grow far less apart,Comes forth the postman with his poisonous grace,While we look on with so much a mind as a blank face,Trifled he opens that harmless bag of letters,Doesn’t know how many hopes he today shatters. With my name called, my rifle does
Falling asleep requires real talent. Here are a few poems to help: 1. Into the land of candy and honey,Close your eyes little one.For have crept out little stars,And inside his blanket has disappeared the sun. Fear not the darknessAnd let every thought fade awayNot a worry, not a laughIn your mind anymore stay. Look away for everyoneLook away from
Her day begins at dusk when the world shuts its eyes, She walks to the horizon, beyond the blue skies.Her voice beckons kingdoms far and wide, Longs for her word, the planet’s other side. Her heart makes many a dreams come true, What she asks for in return is however few.Her smile brings joy to every frowning
Have you ever thought,What happens to the other side?Of the mirror that cracked,Into a million pieces of light. Have you ever thought,What happens to the night?Who no matter how dark.Is washed away by light. Have you ever thought,What happens to the other soul?Behind the heart broken by one word,Which even after a lifetime, is never whole. Have you ever thoughtSomeone
