Keep calm and love English

Keep calm and love English


Love is…

Love is...

Love is a great thing. Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it all over. Love is like a star. Love is a fairytale come true. Love is like a cloud, love is like a dream, love is 1 word and everything in between.
Love can touch you just one time but it can last for a life time. Love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
Love is like the rain. Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness. Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. Love is like a violin. Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it…It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk everything, you risk even more. Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside. Love is like a Rock. Love is like a heatwave. Take care about love because it is the greatest thing.

Broken window

Broken window

The broken window in the house
And broken world is also ours…
Promises that can’t be true
Dreams that pass by you
You broke your life into tiny pieces
But you are a main witness.
Your life is only yours.
Your broken window helps you look
At the future and the past.
Constantly remind you
That nothing shall last.

Loneliness (Prose Poetry)

Loneliness (Prose Poetry)

It was night-time and she was alone.

And She looked out the window and heard a quiet rustling trees. Trees were covered with white and beautiful snow. And she was beautiful. And she was alone. Alone she stay in the dark. Alone she pray to survive. ‘Alone’ she cried again.

And The air was still in the silence of her room. The snow falls agains the window. Little lonely snowflakes. And She was waiting. And she was beautiful. She was looking at her phone every minute. And she was hearing. She listened to the call that does not ring.

She looked at the young couple who walked down the street. Lovers. They were walking and laughing. So happy and beautiful. And she was beautiful. She looked at her phone. And silence.

And the town was like a fairy tale. The magical houses, covered with snow was amasing. The street cars were Like frosted cakes. Winter time is time to be free…

And she was sad and lonely. And she was beautiful. She was alone in wealth. And the tried to understand.

And the phone rang… And it was mother…And she smiled…Ahe is not alone… She is the happiest woman in the world…