Sufficiently servedβ
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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graphs of my Universe
Sufficiently servedβ
Each season presents a gift
That is grateful for.
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It is easy to say βthat I should love allβ; 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. π

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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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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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 dayβ
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.
Maybeβ¦.
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
Belovedβ
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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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With green as backgroundβ¦.





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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Tell the sun rising and setting that Iβm ready anytime: morning, night and dayβ to present whatβs 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 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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