There is a famous description of love that captures it’s essence in a brief sentence. It says that real love is – “Patient and kind.” When a person loves you, they make sacrifices, they put your wishes above theirs, they are concerned for your happiness more than their own.
Is she alive, does she have form, within her soft and warm abode? Where her heart beats, and fingers form, and from miracles she is wove
Where justice is not black and white And hate’s hunger is so overfed For authority is on white pages In ink that reads a bloody red
Then drank summer’s wine and winter’s snowflakes And tasted true life For, because of them, we have found joy
time is still passing freely see she never stops for anyone i’ve met her she’s unstoppable only thing that drives her is the fact that her only task is to keep passing she doesn’t think…
In name of duty, in name of honor, in name of pride, even in name of customes we’re seeing brutality every now and then. Though entire world knows our history, our ancestors have always adored kindness & set millions of examples how truth & goodness always win over bad one. Still there are people walking on darkness towards negativity & becoming merciless. Universe can be productive & destructive both at a time. It knows what’s constructive & what’s nothing but dead-end for new era. Universe knows how to erase negativity to retain positivity.
The color of beautyBeauty is beautifulHer Color is whiteHer Color is blackShe can be blue, red, yellow, orange or greybeauty is beautiful Beauty is roundIs square, rectangle or triangleBeauty is figure one, two, three, four,…
I’ve always been fond of One but that was before I was introduced to the idea of more. Then I saw the second smile and I couldn’t remember a time when I ever loved just…
J. W. Cassandra: “Egy születésnap kísértete”: a verset tegnap késő éjjel írtam, és ma volna az ünnep. Szeretett és örökkön hiányzó öcsémnek és emlékének ajánlom a verset. Illusztráció: Google Képek. (“Ghost of a Birthday”, by J. W. Cassandra: This poem I wrote yesterday late in the evening and the feast would be today. I dedicate it to my beloved and missed forever younger brother and to his memory. Illustration: Google Images.)
