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I wrote this poem when I was just about to finish my postgraduation. I was just beginning to come out of my depression. There suddenly seemed to be so much to unlearn. Now when I look back, I feel It just depends on how one looks at things. I still have the withered petals with me. I haven't thrown them away and I have so many more flowers in my garden of life.

I wrote this while walking home from school and takeing in all the colourful tree's around the lake

its always snowing here.

One thing every one has in common is change,.. whether we like it or not.

We always want to belong, don't we?  If we don�t, we feel left out and it�s not good for our egos.  Ah, human nature.

"You see it was one man against the night,
Taking on a multitude that had left him high and dry
No candle-burning vigil could light the way
Darkness hit the ground like a fallen satellite
He wrestled until morning with human souls
And dark angels
And there he finished his work . . .
On the third day"
-Kevin Max Smith (DC Talk)