Look upstairs, to the sky,
Do you see, the cloud in its fly?
Next to it, are another and another,
Like a few children, with their mother!

Between the clouds, seems to be no place,
None to, even you are closer to its face!
There are circles in a dance, and, the wind,
Sing to their music, looking for a hint!

It was in middle of a day,
In a spring week , as to say,
We thought, wow , there will begin to rain,
And we all, will be wet in plain!

There was no sun, up in the sky,
No light, and we all, asked why?
Why is everywhere so dark?
Why is our life so hard?

As we argued in a fast,
A piece of light, entered in our sight!
Little by little something shined our mind,
Something of a big silver line!

Remember you all, my dear friends,
That how much hard it ends,
At the end of every hard time
There is always a silver line!

Yoseph Lupu

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