FOR POETRY

The rain was pouring down, the thunder striking the trees, the lightning was blinding all and the hail pounding on the ground. The snow, little flurries, was falling to the forest floor and the wind blowing back her hair. Suddenly the snow stopped falling, causing a big silence too, the whole world was alone and the drops were raining down. The rain can’t wait anywhere, her beauty was spreading everywhere, healing every broken heart.

  Happiness has no measure because it’s not material, it can be only legitimate. If I knew how to calculate for measuring feelings, it could be great,  fitting in the palm of my hand or being as large as the world. Happiness is wisdom,  hope to wanting to go, to wanting to stay for the present and the future. Happiness is confidence, faith and belief,  work and action. But happiness comes slowly, it is not an ambition, we are happy  only when we know how to care, when we know how to love, and when we know  how to live a loving life.

  Yesterday was to be a busy day with the rain, but thanks to some miracle, the day was lovely!  The sun was shining bright when I woke up and I was feeling confident in myself. I was preparing for a tournament between the foreign languages when I asked myself, "Could it be, the sun is still shining and there's no rain?" The team I was on was the undergrounds but we came out as the tournament champions! "Could it be, the  undergrounds  won?" I asked myself.  Later in the evening, I took part in the yearbook banquet. Many awards were being honored to several outstanding staff members. One of the final awards was going to the outstanding photographer of the year. Several breathing taking photos were submitted for judging.  The winner of the award won by two votes. I never thought, "Could it be me?" I just stood in shock as my name was announced. It was the last thing I ever expected. I laid in my bed thinking how wonderful this day was and could never im...

Let’s start with the longing  to your beauty, in this wide world how deep and cold to stand alone, sweet are the lights warming everything and all the earth is breathing. The rain started to fall tumbling over the rocks and the moon  lolling on its side, the sun beyond the words blind is its face, who started all this and I still  want you.