From the elongated shadows a new beginning takes form. The frozen ground, protected from the night… awakes, confident, expecting, another opportunity. A chance for redemption; the dew of yesterday’s transgressions evaporate with hope’s rays.
The sun slowly, timidly rises, emerging from darkness, driving out the bitter cold; allaying doubts, fears, concerns, and initiating possibilities that slowly died, at yesterday’s dusk.
Morning pleads for another chance, making right from wrong; towards a fulfilled noon for promises made many moons ago.....
Nothing but an inferno, turbulent at life existence, like a journey with no destination, movement that leads nowhere, aspirations that yields nothing.
Life a four letter words but as massive as an ocean, so Complicated, full of thorns and roses. Life is not a word of play , not a toy we can mess around with, always full of surprises, no matter how hard we try to explain it, no matter how hard we try to understand it or write about it, it proves impossible.
Sometimes the road seems easy, sometimes the turmoil is overbearing, but one date not question you.
O life we live you just the way you present yourself, you are like a running water that has a limited end. O life mother of success and failure, trust, mother of so many things cause without you, it would never be in existence.
Life is nothing but a turbulent inferno, life, life, life, the way you present yourself the way I would live.....