This site is about the inspiration I get everyday, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers which receive light when asked to God.
The ride to Paris,
Is quite a hyped one.
The this and that,
The big things which happen there,
Are more mental than being truthful.
But yes, it’s a dream to once go there,
To see the city,
But for that you need money
And that’s where the plan falls short.
Adios!
The place where I want to go,
Is far off as It in a foreign land,
The route is long
And time is short,
The fare Is higher and the resort owners have made their mind to charge extremely higher rates
Their rate cards are so high that they wouldn’t go have been able to afford it hadn’t they owned It.
The place where I want to go is where ever Ma is
And that would be my final journey.
Adios!
Beautiful memories of the past,
Lets me fly to the time that was uniquely,
Non miserable and truly lovely.
It says that for the time was in my hands,
Without any over looming towers of nonsense.
Without any bull shot being served on a golden platter.
Without a thought of harm hovering around.
The memories do reignite the pain that is within,
But such is the power,
Of Ma’s love that despite me being unable,
Ma has kept me going.
It really takes a lot to be and to become,
But it takes much, much more to simply stand by.
Adios!
A valley of flowers,
full of those beautiful flowers.
Some lilies,
Some roses,
Some marigolds,
Some daffodils.
But they weren’t any little amount of flowers,
The valley was full of them and
It looked exceedingly and delightfully beautiful, wondrous and marvellous.
Adios!
A round basket full of oranges and apples,
For a child aged four.
She loves her parents and they love her a lot.
They are her inspiration,
And she is theirs.
She two more friends who are permanently with her and they love her more than their own selves.
It Is the biggest Lord’s beautiful play.
Adios!