The rain is so sharp
It tears umbrella and skin,
Blinding soul with light.
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graphs of my Universe
The rain is so sharp
It tears umbrella and skin,
Blinding soul with light.
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I love you today
With heart and soul. Tomorrow?
It’s done and will go.
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Live as if there is no tomorrow. People die. People forget. Do good while now is here.
Blessed those who live today.
Salaam…
Orange horizon
Warms her dusk, welcomes her night.
Weekend’s over soon.
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How beautiful is the sunset in the west? The color, the shape, the impression plus the drama that it can create. That’s how poetic a natural phenomenon can be in the hand of a literary person.
How high is sun’s temperature? Burning, suffocating without oxygen, lack of blue and green all red. That’s how emotionless a sunset can be through scientific point of view.
I prefer feeling good…. 🎼
You’re a paradox. Close but distant; tangibly Impalpable sphere—
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I know you’re around. I just know. I trust you, Beloved. You smell like mid spring, sound like jazz, taste like sugar cane, feel like breeze, but not sure look like what….
May all beings be happy.
You don’t know what love is
Until….
Even when I have lost love that yet never dies, I still don’t know what love is….
And so I’m blessed for not knowing what love is.
🥰