January 14th

Life is good in any way

I am sitting and weeping away

My tears and my tender heart

Oh, how self loving I have become

I cried away my youth, my pride

In lonely hours when I try

to reach to stars, to love, to share

And to the meaningful of the stare

How can a person go and submit

His whole existence to the moment

when we can and can repaet

the life and that is only nonsense

I creid because I knew what's right

What tenders hearts and make them blind

I am writing to those who feel and hear

the leave that's falling and appear

In lonely hours- in solitude

Instead of hours and dilute

Thos tender fingers - that are loved

Those hard and simple warmer pot

How strong and tender you can be

When life is real- you will see

We all can play in alter times

Until we know it's blessing us

The blessing we will take and lead

the life that's simply can't be tamed

How long and ample can we take

for those who simple and in shake

they go and tremble, yet they strong

Because the heart is strongest thing

That will be ruling ever ever ever