This head, Beloved Is full of colours That suck all memories To an abandoned landfill Where poems dance in joy Recycling precious moments Into glowing beads Jingling around a neck, Chuckling on millions of love wishes That scatter on a table.
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yeah! this is one busiest corner of my head everyday! messy yet full of love ππ
Their eyes see pig pink. She sees cherry blossom pink. Pink can be anything, anywhere. Not anyone though sees beauty in pink. My heart is red Yet it feels ever pink.
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cherry blossoms along JR Kobe Line π β almost ten times visiting Japan and this is my very first experience of cherry blossoms
Wind is sent to Cloud
Who pours Rain down to Soil. Grow!
Seeds inside emerge.
Imagine despair is like the earth longing for rain until suddenly the wind comes pushing lines of clouds that canβt suspend the heavy droplets anymore so turn into rain…. The earth welcomes each of the raindrops happily, hugs each of all seeds which have been buried beneath the dry layers of soil, almost broken, damps and pushes them up above the ground to grow….
Wind…. It takes just one blow of wind to see beautiful colours.
By red betel vine
She paints a poem through canvas
Message in a frame.
Iβm romantically cheap as I can change all things into love message (to myself and the one that I care so much although secretly) to earn my own satisfaction and to calm inner storm. Gradation of emotions: heavy to light, colourful to dull, abrupt to flowing, all to serve equilibrium to what and who are dealing with me.
A betel vine in a small pot and my remembrance of red betel vines at my best friendβs backyard has drawn me to a flowing river of loving emotion that I realise existing constantly in heart.
All the leaves in my imagination turn to love that has lived generation to generation like leaves lining along the betel vine.
20% of the completion is here, already makes me overwhelmed with the deep love that I always have inside.
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