Early in da morning sun rise with may hopse but its set
with hopelessly. all da flowers were bloom this evening
with pleasant smell but its now wither awfully n tonight
all the stars came out to play a signal but all of them
are not shining, cos all they nows my friend is sick wish
u a cure soon and healthy days ahead
At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
