It was a blank face,
a symbol of serenity and calm...
It flows on the edge of the world,
a pristine white stream of water...
Every morning,
just before dawn...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
What looks like a hole
is but a well...
What looks like a hole
is but a well...
I will not kill myself,
I said to the little boy...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
In a town where no one goes,
In a yard where nothing grows...
Every morning,
just before dawn...
When you don't love yourself,you always keep chasing people who don't love you. |
A golden evening isn't the end of a bright day,it's the start of a dark night! |
Experience and education, the two lessons we learn one from life and the other by strife!! |