HOLD ON...

When the skies are dark,
When the silence is sharp,
When no breeze seems to blow,
When everything appears low,
When the air is thick,
So much every breath makes you sick,
When every step hurts,
Adding to your discomforts,
When sanity has evaded you,
And even little charms seem too good to be true,
HOLD ON to your patience,

'Cause the best rains are about to happen...

FRANGIPANI FLOWERS

O yes!!!

If someday, somebody asks me

About my favorite flowers

They would be

FRANGIPANI FLOWERS

As a child in a park,

“Do not touch”

“Do not pluck”

I remember was the caution

Near delicate darlings

Where they stood

Proud and generous

High on its tree

And smiling if on earth

And yes of course

For me, they are peace and hope

By their tinge of ‘yellow’ within ‘white’

For where there is ‘peace’

There is ‘hope’

And finally giving way

To newer ones they fall

They clip off from their tree

Without dying priorly

Descending in their glory

They lie there on ground

Exhaling beauty all around

Without breaking into petals

Giving up to speckles, freckles

They wither

Blooming in summer

Always many in number

‘Cause yes they are generous

And white

And peaceful

And beautiful

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