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An inverted bravery, perhaps I was not meant to be. As far as I can not see, with me in a quandary. An unhappy scenery, abruptly I am so sorry. My life in your memory, but an old tree, you stand firmly. On your horizon shiny, a colored thread, silvery. Flying beautifully, your leaves scatter infinitely. Travel east, the air heavy, with your worries beyond the sea. On the horizon faintly, a

When my day is complete, tucked in beside you, I, the mother hen. Your little hand in mine, your softest touch against my rough sands. I can feel you, from my palm, your being, then ingrained deep in my spine. My precious tiny human, my pride, my joy, a part of me, intertwine. The strength of your innocent mind, your song for me, a melody so divine. A lullaby, your sleepy voice, a horizon of

That night I stood  with you on that hill overlooking the city, starring down into  the black sea, filled with man-made stars. Up above us was a circular mirror, the  moon in its full glory and  around it, countless ancient  glitter from light years afar. Just like the  sky and the ground melting in  the dark horizon I put my arm tightly around you  when the  cold breeze blew. Our senses

It was the last day of May that you told me to wait and for me to have faith, that one day, a reverse goodbye. Back then I asked why did you have to be away anyway? I questioned if we would be okay. Asking a compromise, perhaps just until next Sunday? I pleaded that you'd always stay. But alone, you need time to retrace your own way. Despite your absence, I promise that I will not sway. Today

A beauty, buried underneath layers of mystery. Far down below unnoticed, undiscovered, Her life is a history and now her body merge slowly With the earth, resting peacefully. A beauty, among the deep dimmed galaxies. Up above million miles, beyond unreachable, She shines endlessly, carries on carrying ancient memory, And a wisdom, only for me to see. A beauty, scattered in the air, floating

Glory to your brain movie, Imagery vividly, playing backward, beautifully. A green backyard and a little creek, wet air, so fresh and so clean. Yellow sunflower enjoying morning sun shower and pretty fence in between the trees and the fallen leaves under a tiny pond with countless ripples. And your lover, with you, happily kissing. Yet blurry behind the watery screen, a figure, a scene from

A thin white cloth Floated over everyone's head Like a ghost at the end of cigarette Such a lovely sight Yet as if it was dead Dismissed and brushed aside No one wanted to stain it red It grew tired so it landed On floor which had never been dusted Overtime, browned and ragged Until one day you spotted me still laying there Caught a glimpse of me, you thought I was an eye floater Thinking it

Hello, good morning.  I hope that you are not getting tired of my usual greeting. Instant coffee and omelette are waiting, it's not much but I was the one who did the cooking. Let's enjoy today, like we do everyday, so let's get going! Oh but there's no need to rush, take our time eating and dressing, then I'll heat up the engine. Violet blue this time, wow! You look even more so captivating.