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| Believe . . . |
Believe . . .
Believe that you're special,
through the hurt and the pain,
for sunshine will come, after the rain.
Hold on to your dreams, let them not die
and live not in torment by questioning why?
The answers are somewhere and sometimes unkind,
with so many reasons you will never find.
Be true to yourself, don't be what you're not,
for often you'll find, you're all that you've got.
Don't become battered by games people play
and don't take to heart what others may say.
You've got so much life and so much to give,
go out and enjoy it, go out there and live!
Though heartaches are many and tears they will flow,
the more that you live the more you will grow.
There are many that love you, don't ever forget,
let the past be a lesson, you do not regret . . .
( Thanks "Corlene Du Plessis", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..)
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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08:45
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| Forbidden Seed . . . |
Forbidden Seed . . .
It was a seed,
On the second day of the
Third week of the
First month of this year..
Time flew, and the seed began to grow
Although nobody saw it
The root went deep,
Within my warm blood..
I tried to hinder, the growth of the
Forbidden seed..
But, I was a failure
Now it has become an enormous tree,
Spreading the branches
Out of me..
It’s a heavy burden to bear
I search for words,
To smooth my pain, that harbor
Within me..
I am not going to plunder,
You from anyone..
But, Do I have to say,
The “Story of the seed”
I am in a state of uncertainty,
Whether to put it out or hold it back…?
On the third day of the
Fourth week of the,
Eleventh month of the year,
Why don’t you understand,
What I mean . . .
( Thanks "Sithira", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..)
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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08:55
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| Sadness . . . |
Sadness . . .
A state of mind some may call,
Or a part of life's rise and fall.
In everyones life it may come,
And upset the wind or darken the sun.
In so many ways it is seen,
Seems life then looses its sheen.
Everyone falls into its gaping hole,
But rise out with a replenished soul.
A new feeling arises when one comes out,
Like the start of a flood at the end of a drought.
Some at the time may lose the will to live,
But the experience has so much to give.
Sadness it is you i talk about,
The immortal pain, the endless drought . . .
( Thanks "Harysh Menon", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..)
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Monday, May 22, 2006
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17:47
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| A Gift of Your Heart . . . |
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| Love is . . . |
Love is . . .
Love is… sharing everyday,
Love is…caring come what may,
Love is…giving from the start,
Love is… living in the heart,
Love is…happiness and tears,
Love is…treasured through the years,
Wishing you a lovely smile,
Wishing you a lovely conversation,
When hours seem too long.. .
Wishing you a Warm Embrace,
When you feel a little lonely.. .
And most of all...
Wishing you all well in all you do...
WITH LOVE NOW AND ALWAYS . . .
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