What if one lives
What if one dies
What if one has no place to hide?
In the middle of life,
you hear summer's song,
this same melody,
carries you along.True FriendsA true friend listends to what you say.
Life's a sculpture, friends are clay.
Friends are notes to life's great song,
a melody that carries you along.
Whether it's a joy or a fear,
Whenever life is hard you or they are near.
In a world of darkness,
friends are light.
So, thank your lucky star tonight.
Whenever life gets hard and goals seem far,
it's then you'll know who your true Friends are.
~Sarah EL-Nashaar
Poetic Words
Poetic words are fluent
They run unchained from a tamed pen
and that which holds it.
Like a wild pony running through life
or a little piece of untamed faith.
Beauties or beasties can come into being
like the painter of a picture
or the writer of a sentance
or the singer of a song.
A world is created, as if out of a dream of crystal.
The fortress in the darkness has but one lighted window while the castle in the light has no breath coming from it.
All lies are sorely spoken, in love all chains are broken,
in this sentance by a poet.
A world so deeply scared
can be transformed into a world of gold.
From the simple, gentle strokes of a untamed pen to paper.
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And she spreads Her bounty
So she gives us life
We harvest from Her happiness
And we give to Her our lives.
And as the Sun lies dying
awaiting to return.
We know for sure that He is
soon to be reborn.
And if we tell our truths
our lives we will fultill
So like the Sun we can be sure,
we most certainly will return.
If ever a bluebird has sung a song,
and if ever a willow did weep,
and if ever you saw ripples on water,
and if ever you've danced in the rain,
and if ever you've felt a mother's kind touch,
you know what summer is.
