Once upon a time
It began with
A mess,
Completed with
An expertise.
And it’s been tested
through space and time.
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graphs of my Universe
Once upon a time
It began with
A mess,
Completed with
An expertise.
And it’s been tested
through space and time.
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There is a limit in every move. Seek it with no end but a twist in the middle.
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Sufficiently served—
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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It is easy to say “that I should love all”; yet it is not that easy as to finally love easily in life as it takes a long process, including to understand what love is, how to express the love, to whom I should express it, how much love I should share, etc before it becomes my commitment to love.
To me everyday is love day, no matter how much love I can feel flowing in my veins. Today several love wishes came from some friends. Good to share with more people.
💕
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Find your gifts,
Share them
With those you love
Around you.
You must have them
As no one is missed.
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Thanks for all the gifts. 💝

It might not be clear
As the mirror is not clean.
Reflection of
You on me
Is as clear as the song sung by the breeze,
Whistling softly
On to these eardrums.
Swoosh!
You whisper,
I could hear,
We both share unvoiced laughter.
Is that our smiles
Or grins
That we both share from miles away?
You
Are playing so well,
I
Stay hugging this heart
That shrinks with
Your coldness,
That shines with
Your old shadow.
Dear, heart.
Stay flawless mirror.
With you I see
Beloved.
Be it beast or beauty,
My love is worth reflecting clearly.
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Melody of my soul
That I wish to connect to
You
Has flown away.
I see
You
Sing another melody
Not even of my tunes.
Love is unforceable.
Sweetly I can smile.
Amazingly I can pray.
These steps are farther and farther
Pushed away by
Your icy melody to me.
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💗🎼
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Aku ini adalah dirimu
Cinta ini adalah cintamu
Aku ini adalah dirimu
Jiwa ini adalah jiwamu
Rindu ini adalah rindumu
Darah ini adalah darahmu
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Dengan tanganmu aku menyentuh
Dengan kakimu aku berjalan
Dengan matamu ku memandang
Dengan telingamu ku mendengar
Dengan lidahmu aku bicara
Dengan hatimu aku merasa
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Tak ada yang lain selain dirimu
Yang selalu kupuja
Wo uh wo
Ku sebut namamu
Di setiap hembusan napasku
Kusebut namamu
Kusebut namamu
Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
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Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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Rice is cooked to be rice. It’s the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cooked—
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Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.
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What is love day?
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—
Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.
Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.
Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.
Maybe….
So much maybe.
I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.
All days are my love days.
To my
Beloved—
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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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