With the stroke of a paintbrush,
an image is created.
With the scribble of the pen,
a poem is composed.
With the plucking of the strings,
there’s a sound of music.
With the touch of the keys,
a melody reverberates.
With the tiny drops of water,
it breaks the deafening silence.
an image is created.
With the scribble of the pen,
a poem is composed.
With the plucking of the strings,
there’s a sound of music.
With the touch of the keys,
a melody reverberates.
With the tiny drops of water,
it breaks the deafening silence.
In every sunset,
a new sunrise is coming.
In every departure, rest assured that
there’s always an advent.
Tiny things, simple actions
always bring a reaction.
It’s no time to think of a bigger thing
just to become an icon.
For you could throw-in your part,
in every positive deed that you carry-out.
In every departure, rest assured that
there’s always an advent.
Tiny things, simple actions
always bring a reaction.
It’s no time to think of a bigger thing
just to become an icon.
For you could throw-in your part,
in every positive deed that you carry-out.