Novel & Cerita And This Too Shall Pass Poem

"What is this?" She picked up the note and started to read it slowly. "When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. ___________________________________________________________________________ 20 / 12 / 2021 Silence…

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

Let’s take a walk by the sea-shore, Spend hours collecting the choicest pearls, Gaze at the starlit sky and try counting the stars; Meet in the streets, explore unknown lanes And find each other lost in one of those; Tell stories to each other, of the pauper and the hazel-eyed princess, And of all that add colour to life, But let’s not say: we are in love! Let’s weave millions of thoughts at leisure, Frame and reframe our lines a thousand times, Think that we’ll share those with each other in the next Spring

It’s something I’ve always wanted and I’m glad. Guy I wrote a poem and you might wanna hear it Raven; go girl Sky; The night is young, innocent and so are we. So may I have this dance . I swear I will not let you go nor let you fall , please, let me have this dance. Did I time travel? In the middle of nowhere, she stands and burns like a winter fire. Aflame within it are bad memories. “Where are you? , I’m ready to dance “ Today , tomorrow or a century ago, you are the same for me, for the entire world. I promised to be with you until the very end of our lives and a thing like this would never change my mind. Till we meet in another world

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills,

after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all

Now I step with certainty, Leaving behind the traces of sadness in the past. Looking forward to the future with hope, Ready to welcome a new love, with a heart full of love. So, let the wind carry away all the memories, I will keep walking, chasing dreams. With a heart that has recovered and is strong, I will find true happiness, with every step I take. “It's like finding peace after reading this poem,” Raisa murmured with a slight smile. She glanced at the house next door.

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury