Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
O beautiful, awful summer day,
What hast thou given, what taken away?
Life and death, and love and hate,
Homes made happy or desolate,
Hearts made sad or gay!
On the road of life one mile-stone more!
In the book of life one leaf turned o’er!
Like a red seal is the setting sun
On the good and the evil men have done,–
Naught can to-day restore!”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Belong to me
I never forget
The days spent
In your daydreams
As far you belong
To cloudy haze
In the memories
That haunt me
I forget the ways
In some blind alley”
– Sahar Sahar