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As
bees do of nectar
seeds do of soil
birds do of berries
shells do of sea . . .
I always think of You.
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Even the trees shed its own leaves
when they turn brown.
What are you waiting for?
Let go. . .
Welcome the winter with all it brings,
For only after Autumn dear, will come Spring
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I am a grain of sand; you, an oyster -
Solely into your arms I will curl,
With your love wrap me over; layer over layer,
Transmute me into your aeonian pearl.
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The wheat blades read as alphabets;
And the flowing fields, a poetry -
Winds guiding the tune and the rhythm;
The horizon blends the sky and verse,
A still painting paints this flow of poetry
Any wonder how the flow of his brush followed his still mind?
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She can be wild.
Wild as wild berries . . .
<> by appearance.
It is only when you taste, that you will know of her wilderness . . .
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She had a voice of her own. She didn’t always sound melodious; but was always true to the ear. Her tone was always in tune to her heart’s calling and her mind’s pursuit.
She held not a fairy’s wand, but her own life’s baton.
She was the music. She was the maestro.
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She has strength hidden behind the sweet . . . She has a will of a
warrior concealed inside her compassionate heart. She guided others
to see the light, but she herself, saved her self from drowning.
And while she was the sun for many, she was her own moon;
her face reflecting the light of her burning bright soul. She
brightened up her dark nights with all her iridescent glow, when not
a single star would light a candle for her.
She was her own moon; reflecting the sun-like soul within herself.
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I think of you with every breath I take.
My every breath is a thought of you.
. . . and it’s not the air everywhere,
It’s you I breathe; it’s You.
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