Lately, I’ve been thinking the sun- it works too hard,
and I’d be better off to wonder, about everything.
But maybe, it was only the sun behind the clouds
that made everything seem so nasty, oh well
Is there love
behind the clouds?
Is there joy
behind the clouds?
Is there life
behind the clouds?
Are you behind the clouds?
Cheers,
Louis
short but wonderful..
sometimes words can go beyond everything and deliver the feelings
that we try to hide in inside us..
enjoyed readin it
"He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
It happened calmly, on its own,
The way the night comes when day is done."
I enjoyed reading it!
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Yeah was just a little thing I thought of in a boring maths class- might make it into song lyrics. (2nd stanza being chorus of some sort)
I love it..
Well-written...keep it
Love is an un tamed force. When we try to control it, it desrtoys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused
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