I wrote my dreams in colours
So beautifully shaded
Like rainbows and flowers
My hopes illustrated…
Dreams carefully written
On the walls of my heart,
A heart that got broken
And dreams fell apart.
The storms and the winds
Took most of them away
In almost empty hands
I hold the pieces astray.
Once again from lifeless
I am sewing them back
My heart be courageous
I will never give up!
Sometimes we pick up the pieces to build or rebuild, to put back what was lost or make something new. But don't give up, never give up. I enjoyed the read.
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Yes, you are right, life is teaching us all that, to adapt, change and grow, moving on, always forwa.. read moreYes, you are right, life is teaching us all that, to adapt, change and grow, moving on, always forward. Thank you for the kind words and the appreciation.
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You have your mind and heart in the right place. The seed could never become a flower or put forth f.. read moreYou have your mind and heart in the right place. The seed could never become a flower or put forth fruit if were content just being a seed. But it requires the right conditions to germinate. The caterpillar could never become a butterfly if it were content with being a worm and eating only leaves. But it feels the need to drink the nectar from life; to grow wings and colors and to fly. Perhaps it must spend some time inside itself; wrapped up in blankets it has woven from its own life but eventually it emerges as something beautiful. Emily Dickinson wrote this poem:
"God made a little gentian. It tried to be a rose
and failed,
and all the the summer laughed
but just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That ravished all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead
And mockery was still
The frosts were her condition;
the Tyrian would not come
Until the North evoked it.
Creator, shall I bloom?" Be blessed, my friend, F.