Friendly passengers
Today, after work, I waited for the train
It was delayed, but later came, full of passengers
I saw there is no space for me. I needed to stay
And waiting for the next train
An indian man called me
“My friend! You have space here! Get on!”
We had a good chat during the trip
This Indian gentleman is filled with goodwill and God’s love
God bless him!
The same thing happened two days ago
But then it was morning, and then I was rushing to work
A friendly Polish guy said, “Come, brother, here is space!”
He was very smily, like Terence Hill
God bless this gentleman also!
When my heart returns in the seclusion,
I told him to give me ten years,
In that time, he must see only me
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
Like an enchanted mirror or hope,
Our souls will continue to ask
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing him in his white attires
a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,
Is the fundament of falling in love,
After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,
A roller coaster of emotion,
a mere Smily hideous gestures/
I can see no wrong now,
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart wants me to see
Him! those eyes, those high cheek bones,
While I allowed our souls make love,
Under the warm of the sun,
And the cold from the north,
Entwining into each other’s arms
Who will bless this union?
Who will be there for us,
When it all fade like leaf
*All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.*
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
Let me , let me, let me..
Be not sad,
Be joyful and glad
Listen to Tchaikovsky not Mahler
Throw a party
Laugh and eat hearty
At the Happy Smily Funeral Parlor.
Artemis is not gloriously radiant as her brother.
She shimmers in dark behind the clouds.
The light of Apollo makes the world smothered,
Whereas peace is what his sister endows.
As the moon rises, this goddess is shy,
Hiding in the fog and watching the world she treasures.
Artemis croons a lullaby gently in the sky,
And mankind sleep with peaceful pleasure.
The luminous moon as an ethereal apparition,
Flowing in the dim light of night with pale smily face.
Her true face to mankind is an occult attraction,
Yet her silhouette is beautiful enough for them to chase.
The ubiquitous moonlight swiftly flows in the river,
And dyes the running water with silver.
I knew it was going too be a negitive day,
So turn I that frown upside down
and smiled.
As the world is a much beautiful place,
with a smily face.