Floating and flowing
As is. Stones and whirls push her
To the sea of love.
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graphs of my Universe
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. Itβs the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cookedβ
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Not under the bed, itβs what sheβs slept with since she was a cute baby.
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catchβ
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This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soulβ
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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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The wind flies dry leaves to where travelβs light and memoryβs full. Well doneβ
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All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.
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Whatβs brokenβs broken until connected again. Never be the sameβ
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Thereβs always a home for a wanderer. Sweet homeβ Sweeter than sugar.
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Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the skyβ
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Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.
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You donβt 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 heavenβ
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A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observedβ
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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 donβt use.
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Written on this soul, your footsteps making sweet songs sung by the green birds.
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Hi morning, letβs dance. Tell tomorrow Iβm happy to dance in all tunes.
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Another new year with another long weekend. Added holidayβ
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Laughter is the breeze caressing the hair waving to the morning sun.
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A posting landed on my Instagramβs Home, it was Charlie Chaplinβs small details that are meaningful to me who love to laugh but often fail to make jokes. Most of my jokes are garing (crispy-dry, not funny; Bahasa Indonesia slang). π
Salaam.





Any day can be sweet with some setting on the tongue. Avoid chilli.
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Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Free will? What is that? This breath is what you blow in to me to love you.
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Realising more and more that her life is free of free will; she needs causes and reasons to do anything she does even for her brain to think about what things to think ofβ there is a bond invisible and invincible.
She surrenders to the bond. π
Happy weekend.
Salaam.

In a bright corner sheβs seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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