
The beauty of the night,
Is that it is silent.
Though much louder ,
Than the day,
But there’s some charm in it.
Adio!

The beauty of the night,
Is that it is silent.
Though much louder ,
Than the day,
But there’s some charm in it.
Adio!

The word seemed to be true,
But it wasn’t.
The happiness came out to be true,
And it was.
Be happy 😄😊,
And do laugh always,
But remember that most things seem to be true,
But aren’t.
Adios!

A heavy red coloured ball,
Was the birthday gift,
For a boy.
He played with it for a while,
Then he forgot all about it.
Now he is a grown up man,
And while cleaning his old trunk,
He found it,
Bringing back his old memories.
He cried to be a small boy again.
But quickly refreshing his mind,
He went out to buy a cricket kit
Now he plays cricket with the ball,
And has become a spin bowler.
He plays on weekends and has won a local championship.
He regrets for all those years,
In which he couldn’t play with it.
The ball is much closer to his heart,
Than he thought that it would be.
Adios!
A little sign,

Now old,
But painted new is placed across the street.
With the wind it swings,😄
With time it collects dust,
And does get a bit rusty,
But believe me,
When I say that,
It’s not just any sign.
It’s a sign which leads straight to,
A beautiful ice cream shop.
Adios!

The writing on a postcard,
Is very old and ancient.
It may be a year old,
Or may be from ages back.
But it isn’t new.
The writing has faded,
So has the address from where it came,
But wonder of wonders,
The postage has remained the same.
And so has the affection.
Adios!