for my friend,
Without you,
Days seems so dark and gloomy
Seeing not the beauty, but life's reality
The thick clouds covering the sun
Forbidding the wandering sunshine to have fun.
I just wonder
Will there be sunshine on a cloudy day?
And make the birds and butterflies fly around to play.
Will there be rainbow after the rain?
Just like a smile after the pain.
Until you came
The clouds break out, letting the sunshine in
To touch the flowers and shines on him.
Melting the snow and let violets sprouts again
And let the shadow of love comes out from the rain.
Friends,
Are like shadows in the dusk
A soft breeze when the day is withering fast
They are like sunshine in the early dawn
Making one's heart smile with joy, not with a frown
A sun that shines and sparkles in the river
Painting their faces in the clear sleeping water.
Friends, thank you for being my sunshine
Making my life threading on the line.
Showing posts with label beautiful friend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beautiful friend. Show all posts
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friends without faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give love and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...but still I love having these friends!
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give love and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...but still I love having these friends!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
My special friend
I have 3 friends in this world
- Sun, Moon and You
Sun for Day
Moon for Night
and you forever.
- Sun, Moon and You
Sun for Day
Moon for Night
and you forever.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
NAIL IN THE FENCE
Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Most importantly the last sentence)
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."
(Most importantly the last sentence)
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
About Sand and Stone
This is a story about 2 friends who were walking through a forest.
At one particular point the two got into an argument and one friend hit the other in the face.
The one who was hit was hurt, but without any word he wrote in the sand:
‘Today my best friend hit me in my face.’
They walked on until they found an oasis where they decided to have a bath.
The one who had been hit got stuck in the mud and was drowning but the friend saved him
When he came to, he carved in a stone:
‘Today my best friend saved my life’
The friend who had hit his best friend then saved him asked:
‘After I hit you you wrote this in the sand and now you carved in the stone that I saved you, why did you do this?’
The other friend answered:
‘When someone hurts us we must write it in the sand where the wind of forgiveness can blow it away’
‘But if someone does a good deed for you, we have to carve it in stone where no wind can blow it away.’
It is said that it takes only a minute to find extraordinary people, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but it takes a whole life to forget them.
At one particular point the two got into an argument and one friend hit the other in the face.
The one who was hit was hurt, but without any word he wrote in the sand:
‘Today my best friend hit me in my face.’
They walked on until they found an oasis where they decided to have a bath.
The one who had been hit got stuck in the mud and was drowning but the friend saved him
When he came to, he carved in a stone:
‘Today my best friend saved my life’
The friend who had hit his best friend then saved him asked:
‘After I hit you you wrote this in the sand and now you carved in the stone that I saved you, why did you do this?’
The other friend answered:
‘When someone hurts us we must write it in the sand where the wind of forgiveness can blow it away’
‘But if someone does a good deed for you, we have to carve it in stone where no wind can blow it away.’
It is said that it takes only a minute to find extraordinary people, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but it takes a whole life to forget them.
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