This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soulβ
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graphs of my Universe
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soulβ
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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 whatβs 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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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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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




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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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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Travel light is fun,
With so little to carry.
Prancing deer,
Safe in the forest,
No tiger,
No bear,
Just green and breeze.
Travel full is peace,
With all so prepared.
Walking elephant,
Graceful in the desert,
No hyena,
No lion,
Just sun and breeze.
Letβs travel
With light heart,
Flying eagle,
Free in the high,
No storm,
No lightning,
Just blue and breeze.
Letβs travel
With full heart,
Humming alpaca,
Peaceful in the hill,
No distress,
No agitation,
Just earth and breeze.
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Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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Another new year with another long weekend. Added holidayβ
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It sways flexibly
In stormy days.
It grows calmly
In sunny days.
It roots perennially
In the meadow.
It sings;
It hums;
It mutes;
It sees;
It hears;
It touches;
It tastes;
It smells;
In silence
Perfectly.
It does well.
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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.





Pink roses in a vase welcome seven cold guests, turning them to smiles.
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Silence sits among storm, wonβt sit in a temple. Sheβs been far away happy, leaving two love birds tweeting noisily.
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Some people donβt want happy ending for everyone but themselves and wonβt stop communicating their hostility in any other way even when they know they have won the game. Oh! Perhaps they never know what victory is, they misunderstand it with justification.
Salaamβ¦

Dear, day.
Do you know that I never stop waiting for you?
When my watch ticks a second,
My heart drips a note,
My pulse vibrates softly,
I know I am closer to you.
Dear, day.
Do you know that every part of you blesses me?
When morning breaks,
Noon flares,
Dusk fades to night,
I know the next you is waiting
For me.
Day oh day
Many I canβt understand,
Much I canβt decipher,
Little I can see,
Very few I can give
Yet I still hope
To meet you again.
Dear, day.
How I am blessed with family,
Gifted with friends,
Sufficed with this self,
You are still the one
Sung by this heart.
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
All have been today
And never faded away.
I am blessed, day
With another you
In the best way.
And for you
I am grateful.
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This life is a library
Keeping all collections,
Reference to public,
Exclusive to a lover,
One lover.
The
Belovedβ
Read,
Beloved
Any scrolls
In this library.
Read,
Lover
The diaries
In the secret dungeon.
Read,
Beloved
With naked eyes, or
With any glasses on the shelves.
Read,
Lover
Through letters and numbers,
Shapes and colours.
Read,
Beloved
This library is open
As long as you are awake.
Read,
Lover
Before you sleep
When Iβll be reading you through.
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About the photo
In a bright corner sheβs seen. The sun sends her light reflecting bright life.
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Friday, this bright light blinks to the eyes not stopping staring at the heart.
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Welcomed by a home with greenery to be cooked, she builds a sweet mood.

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