All through my slumber; I don’t want the night to end.
While I’m sleeping and dreaming the world never ends.
There’s no healing as dormant volcanoes erupt and earthquake shudders.
There isn’t a slightest reason or pardon when people end up in rubbles to expire forever.
There is always hope to find survivors under the rubble, even in these hours.
A couple of brush strokes in red and green, is not as real as a rose in nature well seen
“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth.
A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.”
There’s nothing much of a joyful feeling when an impressive sunset is occurring, watching all the beautiful colours vanishing into darkness of the night, standing by yourself.
As often as we can, my friends and I start a small poem that becomes bigger by adding their own words, here’s my part to spread peace and love…
In my hands,
I have a huge bouquet of flowers
One for you and one for my mother
In my heart,
I have lots of love and power
to grant sweetness for you to shower
In my colour chart,
There are so many shades and tones
only to please everyone on every hour
LH
Uploaded by LuVHermit on May 11, 2011
The piano is played by me (Hermione)
A visual with the poem
http://youtu.be/F9eA40WzP7k
Lovingly Words and Thoughts 
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