Life is made of snow,

Anything good learnedIs already forgotten.

Water sooths the aching heart,You flow with it, to the light,Out of the dark.Movement,Of the heart,Or ticking bomb?Waiting to explodeAs time erodes.Time,A smooth schemer,Makes you thinkThere’s still time left,As the thickened grains of sand,In the hourglass of lifeSlowly gain, the upper hand.Life,The secret mystery,Of all the times,For some uncivilized barbariansNot worth a sac of dimes.You,The…

How lucky can you beTo strive, to haveThe best arrive,The opportunity,How grateful should we be!

But in Real world,It’s War and Grease,So few attempts,To harmonize,Instead we’d rather,Paralyze,The Planet, Moon,The Ocean, fair,Because so Few,Do really Care!

Becomes a poem,Sometimes,The perfume of a rose,Can be sublime,Sometimes,A tear can silently,Produce a chime,Sometimes,A Love may fall apart,And no one know it,But so does Time.

ProjectingFeelings without words,Eyes, silently heard.