They dull my eyes, yet I keep on dying, Because I love to live. Brown, brown, brown, touch the ground. I wonder if I will forget about you. Black, black, black, touch your back. I am forgetting about you. If I should fail, what poverty! Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are the center of all my labors and my loves. So whenever you are Black, I will always be your White.
John Donne Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. As I was leaving I observed again, the splendorous blue of the magnificent sea. Studies have shown that in October when the days become increasingly shorter, there is a higher incidence of depression. And even when darkness looms, Light somewhere else blooms. Within this darkened valley I can no longer cope.
The best thing is that we all can learn a lot from those precious pieces of poetry. I loved a man who happened to be black, But it matters not I would not look back. Reading is a solitary pleasure. I can remember when he was a pup. Die now, die now, and break away from this carnal soul, for this carnal soul is as a chain and you are as prisoners.
Just to drive with no destination in mind. The very essence of what gives us life. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it. Having hope helps live move on By focusing on the good, your problems will be gone. And if, indeed, I fail, At least to know the worst is sweet. I love the John Muir one and the one below be Rose Kingsley.
Yellow, a cheerful colour of happiness and joy. What colours do I see? Do not forget to hope Nor rise above the gloom All colours, as they say, Are needed on Life's Loom, And 'dark before the dawn' Is truth that all may see? As You Travel Through Life Poet Unknown Thanks to Kim for submitting As you travel through life there are always those times When decisions just have to be made, When the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce, And the rain seems to soak your parade. O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song! Blue Blue is the ocean. Yet all I can see is gray. And the bruise on my thumb. Can someone give me hope? Samuel Butler Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. Life is a balance, take time for play not just work.
You can express the way you see and feel this world and life in it through various forms of art. To hear the hiss of steam, the merry shriek, the steam-whistle, the laughing locomotive! Perhaps you'll find warmth and affection and caring And somebody special who's there To help you stay cantered and listen with interest To stories and feelings you share. B-R-O-W-N That's how you spell brown. Bright colours, I can see, And all those in-between. Let us greet with the song of hope each day Tho' the moment be cloudy or fair. In every ray of light, A life shines bright.
And when you're Black, I'll be your White. And then we die in earnest, not in jest. The chances that you will be able to put everything you know about life and everything you feel about it just in a few words are miserable. But still you strive for another tomorrow Hoping that in the long run Everything will turn out alright Just like the road though It must come to an end. Do I have any share in this? How full of light and color are their last days.
I am living in the desert now Israel and am a transplant from Philadelphia. Purple, a mysterious colour of nobility and spirituality. Each Day A Life By Robert William Service I count each day a little life, With birth and death complete; I cloister it from care and strife And keep it sane and sweet. I have never, ever heard a tune, melody or any kind of music for it. And with rash and strong hand, Though she resisted, I drew away the veil And gazed at the features of vanity. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children.
Blue, blue, blue, tie your shoe. To push with resistless way and speed off in the distance. Hearts are red on cards, and also in your chest, red is the colour that I like best. In an attempt to free it, I left the house, allowing my wandering consciousness to search for peace, condolence and relief. This and many other similar questions have always been at the top of the list of questions that cannot be answered in a simple way. We can learn much about faith from hope and love, just as we can learn much about love from faith and hope. .