THE WORLD OF WORDS

Expected

What is the waiting, but a hope?
What is life before death
Otherwise a short break?
What is love, but child's play?
What makes a light, but darkness break?

The path who does
But our own wanderings?
Everything seems to have its place ...
Be color
Who writes the destination,
Otherwise we really?
Who builds happiness, but is happy?
Even the hue, is part of the flower

While the other one will come
And so many things I have not done
While dry my tears, the smile surfaces
And small acts and big mix
Our standbys not exhaust,
Just resting
The day ends, night begins and the morning ...
The wait ... Owner agrees lady.

Signs of the day
Times change

Loves to go
Stations are
The flower becomes the fruit
Day turns to night

The son becomes father

Exchanging emotions
A spiral of livings
In alternate
Everything to win or lose
Will experience letting

Word by word

Every word has power

When we talk

The wind carries

When we write

Someone reads
In the drawing

It is painted

Nothing is wasted
The only word that is lost
That was never spoken