January 14th
Life is good in any wayI am sitting and weeping awayMy tears and my tender heartOh, how self loving I have becomeI cried away my youth, my prideIn lonely hours when I tryto reach to stars, to love, to shareAnd to the meaningful of the stareHow can a person go and submitHis whole existence to the momentwhen we can and can repaetthe life and that is only nonsenseI creid because I knew what's rightWhat tenders hearts and make them blindI am writing to those who feel and hearthe leave that's falling and appearIn lonely hours- in solitudeInstead of hours and diluteThos tender fingers - that are lovedThose hard and simple warmer potHow strong and tender you can beWhen life is real- you will seeWe all can play in alter timesUntil we know it's blessing usThe blessing we will take and leadthe life…