Love:
You give me a hope
And help me a cope
Love is like a book, never ending,
Until you decide to stop reading.
Hope:
The warmth on my skin, fire falls beneath the trees.
I see the sun set.
The sun sets like hope,
Making us believe that tomorrow
will be better.
The world is full of colors,
and the petal on the flower,
What beautiful roses! What cotton clouds!
The world is full of colors and that's how I paint it.
Jamie is a Barbie
and she drives a Humvee
with her pet Bambi.
The leaves are falling.
The acorns are falling.
The temperature falls sharply and darkness falls quickly.
The leaves leave the mother tree.
The acorns leave the mother tree.
I left my hometown and my mother, too.
Fallen leaves become nutrients.
Fallen acorns become oak trees.
I'll adapt to new places and become
a strong person.
Fall is not the end. It's a new beginning.
Fall comes silently like a falling leaf.
Nights are getting longer, and days are getting shorter.
Morning brings coolness, and the sun loses its warmth.
In the morning, you start brewing stronger coffee to wake up.
And in the evening, you stay at home more often,
You wrap yourself in a warm, soft blanket and read your favorite books under the light of
a lamp.
I love Fall for its calmness, the chance to pause and look around,
the time with family, and the excitement of the big holidays.
And I'm inspired by the vibrant colors that Nature gives us for the last time.
Fall reminds us of change, that everything passes.
But in return, fall brings gratitude to our hearts for what has been
and what is yet to come.
I am from the place where the Father took four children on his lap and sang,
from the smelly kitchen were the mother prepared dinner.
I am from the place where the mother disciplined kids.
Grandpa taught you to write and read and showed you magic worlds of numbers.
I am from place where the rule was: you have to wash hands before and after meals.
The mother saw everything.
The house was full of flowers and magic smells.
Morning smells of hot milk, noon smells of tasty meats balls.
Nighttime around table everyone said what happened during day.
I am from the place where the Father, on Sunday morning, took kids to visit a museum or some exhibition.
It was a time without internet and Facebook.
We read newspapers and books, imaging how looked Alice in Wonderland.
I went to Niagara Falls last weekend for the first time
During the day I enjoyed the main attractions and had a good time
At night I was able to see in the park the Fireworks
It was really funny, exactly how a wonderful trip should work.
I’m tired of lying
Everything will be fine
Life is too hard for you now
But it will be better,
Somehow you don’t need to cry
You should look to the sky
We need to wait
It won’t be too late
Help will come soon
The clouds will part and reveal
the moon
Red leaves crunch under my feet,
yellow leaves twirl over the creek,
brown leaves, in a big pile, wait to fly across the street.
Autumn with its colors makes my soul complete.
You should be careful
in your speech and conduct,
then you'll live longer.
Mid-August, once a year
The bright, glowing, full moon hangs in the sky.
I asked.
Are you guiding the people who are lost?
Are you warming the hearts of the people who cry?
Are you comforting the people who are apart?
Are you accompanying me at any moment?
She said.
I am always around of you.
No matter the day or night.
No matter where you are.
A smile on my face like the moon.
