Sunny flowers, never droop!
Lucky hows be yours!
Through oppressions of youthful hope are certain,
never cease but shine!
Joy and sorrow are bound up close -
if we consent and not resent fate's dispensation,
all of us may know singularity of course,
uniqueness of design, and never cease but grow.
Oh weave, bright butterfly your rainbow way!
All your talents bloom!
Life bring you to a large and sunlit room!
By Joseph - a random picked poem from embankment
Finding something in me, about me?
To understand what are my interests, passions, likes and dislikes. To find what lies beneath it all; what i can give back and not forgetting what they are.