Tuesday, April 20, 2010

There is a place...


There is a place
Where the sun smiles...
The streams play music and the water so clean.

Where the birds fly...
And The angels that love me, show me the very unseen.

The sky showers soft beams...
And the morning dew held on the grass so Green.

Where the flowers blush...
And Cow bells ring in the mountains somewhere between.

There is a place where there is Love.
And there is smile and those are the only things that mean.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

There has to be a way.


When did the world become so limited?
It was pretty vast before!!!

When did you stop seeing beyond those fences,
your eyes used to go for miles!!

How did just a few words started to matter?
While reading those thick books could completely fill you up with all kind of emotions.

Are you painting the same image over and over again?
Didn’t you love to let flow those bright colors and shapes with your imagination?