... Read Poem 12. World Of Illusions The world of illusion, A land of lies and deceive, It predicts nothing but the fear in others eyes. ... Read Poem 13. Poetic Statement... Poetry is like a ray of sunshineIt brightens up the darkest dayswith words that dance and rhyme...
“Sunshine Days Always Come Back.” (a poem about hope, one that acknowledges the very real existence of “foggy nights,” the times of confusion and darkness that seem permanent, but affirms a natural cycle in which “sunshine days” replace “foggy nights”) Kavanaugh, James. “Sunshine ...
It goes on like this for a while, and the audience falls into not only a comfortable rhythm but a sense of audience participation; they begin to anticipate the words as they come, giving them a feeling of singing along to a song they’ve never heard. The repetition at the beginning of ...
“Everybody Loves The Sunshine”,Roy Ayers first crystalized this fact into Jazz Lore in 1976. This track is practically a Jazz Standard, and for good reason, the lyrics are as close to universal as you can get, and the instrumental sections leave plenty of room for the kind of free-flow...
same Theworldofthecreatorneverstoppedthethunder. Theflowerisbeautifulbecausetheflowersbloominthe sunshine. Oureyeswillalwaysbefoundinlife, Themorebeautifulthingsarestillinthenameofflowers. Oh,Iquiteunderstand! Iscommittedtothebodyandmindofgod, Andnolongercomplete? Thesoul,Ibelieve,mustbepure, Otherwise,itwill...
Someone once said: Don't be afraid if you find a crack on your soul, because that'll be where the sunshine comes in. 有人说过“不要害怕心有裂缝 那是阳光照进来的地方 Before I met you, I thought this was nothing but another bunch of useless beautiful words. ...
Morning awakens with sunshine, a soft brilliance on a frost-tipped world, as light snow drifts lazily downward, dressing the earth in soft caresses. Across the drive, into the front yard, and there—etched in the stillness— tracks of a nocturnal rabbit, ...
Margaret. I had written almost nothing for five or six years, and I was to write almost nothing again for five years following, but the two months we spent at Thorn, to months (it seems to me now) of continuous blazing sunshine, increased in me the hope that one day the words could...
Coloring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon The music transports me and the work flies by. And I realize howso very gratefulI am for this small slice of coastal canyon in this OC suburbia. Two Heads Far Exceed One ...
Pushing my stroller under the suburban sunshine I think of my sister pushing through the door at the crack of dawn Both rising to meet our children Both trying to define success in the way we could see Yet I still see you Walking alone waiting on the bus stop in clothes wrinkled in the...