Too good to be true,
Yet too long to be untrue;
A dangling long dreamβ
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graphs of my Universe
Too good to be true,
Yet too long to be untrue;
A dangling long dreamβ
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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 timeβ¦ and space? Seems space never takes my side. π
Jazz each day up!
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Years,
Months,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds
Are countable;
Yet,
The feeling Iβm 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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Itβs beautiful to love you. Every moment of itβ¦. π
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. π
Morning has broken.
Pathβs cleared by last nightβs rain. Iβ
Miss you in the dark.
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New day, please bless meβ¦. π€ Erase all the torturing memories even from the best listed onesβ¦. Amenβ¦.
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 whatβs the heart has believed for ages. He might be right. He might beβ¦. Or not.
Will Smith has never failed me. Heβs neverβ¦. Or not yet.
Weekend pulls me to herd immunity with loveβ¦. Or not.
Always about love. Alwaysβ¦. Or not.
π
Beloved is chased By many; loved secretly By the lonely. You?
Enjoy the weekend! π€©
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