Number of options seems limited sometime.
What usually begin
As a little seed
Collecting shattered pieces of life
After a catastrophic storm
For all what you want in life, you must pay!
For how long
One should wait?
Water, the first drop of life!
A heart may not sense
And mind probably won’t perceive
How about giving a try to add up new colors?
An impact created by the demise of a caring soul is felt for ages to come.
Hard for many souls
To cool off themselves