Monday, September 08, 2008

Life moves on

A flash of dawn
happy sunlit day
A twinkle of dusk
dreamy stary night
A fortnight of spring
winter for a season.
This is how my life moves on
Good or bad
they last just for a moment in a round.
I try to catch the roses
And miss the horns of my planted life.
But where would the challenge be if
I never was afraid of the thorns?

1 comment:

  1. This is more like a late but yet a realization worth a life time to live by. :) -Morgan.


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