A girl I knew

Very sweet girl there was,I once knew,
(It wasn't a 'was', when this poem I drew)
Brave, kind, simple, funny, no fear
Hundred worries, still she lend an ear,
And proposed solutions new.

Wise she was, no doubt,
And when all the friends were about,
Dare to say,
Happiness wouldn't stay.
And when I hear her cry
Welling up in whisper,
All the world seemed a dark place to try,
Nice she was, my little friend-sister.

My WINDOW

This is my Window; My window of world,

Where every one is busy and curled.

Wide oceans; it contains, no meaningless limitation.

Indefinite sky; it possess, no virtual end.

Network of roads; one leads to another, no destination.

Deep valleys and hills; different, yet supplement.

Orchards of tree; still, yet lively.

 Whispers of beings; in motion, but empty.

Now its time to close my window and sleep.

And open another window, Window of my dream.