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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
graphs of my Universe
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
I love cooking my own food when not traveling; yet it doesn’t mean I cook well. What’s the best part of cooking my own food? Hmmm….
1. I can cook whatever I want to eat.
2. I won’t complain even if the taste is not up to my satisfaction. Just cook better next time.
3. I can boast in Instagram and here that I can cook.
😁
Enjoooy!
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Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catch—
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👍🏼
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—
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This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.
Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?
Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?
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I am so limited,
While
You are not.
That is
When
We are compatible
At the same time
Misunderstand
In many points.
I define me
With my limitation,
You cannot define you with your un-limitlessness.
Are you a
God?
Or what?
Oh!
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Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
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The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as background….





The wind flies dry leaves to where travel’s light and memory’s full. Well done—
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The sun knocks the door, gives a to-do list for fun. “May I sleep?” She said.
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today? a lot to cook in the fridge! a lot to iron in the basket! wake up! weekend is waiting with all the fun! 😵💫 yet bed seems nicer and warmer 😌
All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.
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Enjoy!
What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—
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There’s always a home for a wanderer. Sweet home— Sweeter than sugar.
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Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—
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Tell the sun rising and setting that I’m ready anytime: morning, night and day— to present what’s best in my humble life.
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Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace




Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.
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You don’t need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.
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Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.
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Fly. See land from above. Wide, broad, one whole. Bird eye, one gift from heaven—
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A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observed—
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A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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One by one one makes dream come true one way or another. Best wishes.
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Nothing is wasted; only goes through cycles and uses. Or don’t use.
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Written on this soul, your footsteps making sweet songs sung by the green birds.
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Wings to fly, navigating where to go by the wind to the sunrise.
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Rabbit or cat? Look closer. If it’s hopping or running. Squeak or meow?
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Everyone is off on Chinese New Year….. Only on when sending CNY wishes 😊





Hi morning, let’s dance. Tell tomorrow I’m happy to dance in all tunes.
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