Too Good To Be True

Too good to be true,
Yet too long to be untrue;
A dangling long dreamβ€”

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this song is an ever green for a love that is beyond reach πŸ₯°
my sister introduced Frank Sinatra to me through this song; I love you Mbak Yuda, you’re a best sister
strong message from Banksy; thank you, Banksy!

Go Jazz

Go jazz, Beloved
Improvise on your own path
Where hidden seeds grow.

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Jazz is like secret love, confusing and almost unknown at the first catch but wrapped in harmony through time… and space? Seems space never takes my side. 😎

Jazz each day up!

⭐️

Java Jazz is on – wish I were it 🎷🎺

to a secret love across the ocean ⭐️

Lining Momentum

Years,
Months,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds
Are countable;
Yet,
The feeling I’m walking with
To you
Is beyond
Any calculation.

Can I count on
You,
Beloved?

Hit the gong
When
You
Are in.

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It’s beautiful to love you. Every moment of it…. πŸ’

gong is an instrument in Javanese gamelan; gong is hit at the beginning or end of a line of one set of musical tones

A Who Who Is Missed

It rains, Beloved
Orange stays bright in the west.
Wish you were here, Who?

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Sometimes the one that is dearly missed is that who never remembers us. What a paradox!

Paradox is beauty of life, contradictory realities that are given at the same time. There are plenty of hidden messages in between only clear heart can read.

May all beings be happy. πŸ’

thanks for everything πŸ™πŸΌ

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken.
Path’s cleared by last night’s rain. Iβ€”
Miss you in the dark.

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New day, please bless me…. 🀍 Erase all the torturing memories even from the best listed ones…. Amen….

Maybe He’s Right

Listen, Beloved
To one softest voice inside.
Whisper of the farβ€”

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This person said what sounds crispy yummy and cracks a door inside, resonating what’s the heart has believed for ages. He might be right. He might be…. Or not.

Will Smith has never failed me. He’s never…. Or not yet.

Weekend pulls me to herd immunity with love…. Or not.

Always about love. Always…. Or not.

πŸ’