Hope..


When you're lonely,
Think of good times...
When you're scared,
Think of your guardian angel,
Holding you tight.
When the bad times refuse to pass
Be brave,
And face it all..
In this maze of life
Remember,
There is always a way out...
It's never the end of the world.

I know the picture's pretty random. I clicked it during the summer, and I really like it...so I thought of posting it up =)
Also, thanks RainBoy for giving me the title and for reviewing my work :)

xoxo

Comments

  1. rainboyNovember 25, 2010 at 3:01 AM

    very nice shot dear.

    Hope is what keeps us all going right! :)

    awwww thanks a lot to you too for sharing your work with me.

    Take care XX

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  2. RajNovember 26, 2010 at 8:02 AM

    It's never the end of the world.
    how true. if only those words could mean more when words are meaingless :)

    did i tell u it was a great poem?remind me if i forgot.

    ciao little one

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  3. Yellow TulipNovember 27, 2010 at 10:38 AM

    perfect...loved the ray of hope..sometimes it jus gets masked under the dark clouds..:)...beautiful words dear

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  4. Sakhi.November 29, 2010 at 7:21 AM

    amazinggggg!!
    nice pic too!!
    a poem NOT abt love ater a long time ;)
    jk!

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  5. Sri ValliNovember 30, 2010 at 2:36 AM

    Lovely poem..<3

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  6. Blasphemous AestheteNovember 30, 2010 at 6:53 AM

    The pic looks like someone walking on water.
    Nice click.

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  7. UnknownDecember 3, 2010 at 6:03 PM

    Lovely work/..

    Just don't lose hope is the moral of the story..:)

    Tu Na jaane aas pass h khauda..:)
    Lovely song/

    Cheers

    Nuts

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