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Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow Source: http://poemhunter.com

Around the Year In January the year just begins. In February there’s a Valentine for everyone. In March the winds can blow and blow. In April spring comes and there’s no more snow. In May the air is fresh and clean. In June the grass is long and green. In July the sun is high in the sky. In August hot winds go blowing by. In September we children go to school. In October Halloween fun is the rule. In November we have a day of Thanksgiving. In December there’s holiday fun in giving.

Writer: Dewi Natalia We are here In the earth Doing something Loving someone Giving something to others Singing with beautiful voice Be thankful for it all God gives you Hands to do something Heart to love someone Hands to give without intention Voice to sing Have you said “thanks God” for it all?

If you lost your money, you can work harder and get more money

Writer:  Dewi Natalia No one is free from making the mistakes That's why we need God

Writer: Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Writer: Robert Burn "Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered,

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Writer: Dewi Natalia In the middle of May, someone planted the seeds in my heart Let them grow without doubt Creating a strong root No one can yank out it I’ve tried to find out where the planter is Planting smoothly and diligently And make the seeds growing faster with affections No one can chase him away to stop planting suddenly That is a good time for planter To show everyone how great is the seeds now Rising like a star And never ending as people see now

Writer: Mery Cris Natalia You come to my home With all of our flowery memories You come in my darkness I don’t why It makes me want to cry loudly You brought your power like hero You brought your love You brought your responsibility, too But you also brought your mystery like puzzle Mystery that cannot be expected Came when I was not ready But you went and went happily Without coming again to enter my home Why you do this to me? You who is always ready to help me When I am sad and happy Strong and weak I need you in my life But you just look and smile at me from the white place I think you have done the best in your country Although we know in short period of time But I believe that you have peace in your place Just want to keep you in my heart Because missing you make me get a diamond in my life

Writer: Robert Frost gettyimages.com Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.