Parted by dreams, the wickets on opposite ends
Standing tall to life’s measure of success
In the rhythm of the bat and ball, fortune’s sweet claim.

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Running between the wickets
Life and death on two opposite ends
Striking on the sixes and the fours
And oftentimes getting caught in the first.

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Beneath the moon, love’s echo trills
In the hush of twilight the cuckoo sings
The verdant valley in a quiet sleep.

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In my mind, the fragrant flowers bloom,
Their vivid colours brighter than that of my garden’s now
Bowing to rain, wind and the summer’s weary way
In shared dreams of the future, a tapestry of the past is a reminder
Of what we are now in a moment, will never be again.

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Of love’s sweet dance, and the song of peace
An old photograph, that echoes quaint
A timeless ode to the passage of time.
In ebb and flow, the memories of your face
Etched in the heart, in silent repose.

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The forgotten corners of life
In the shadows of past
The uncharted territory
Intertwined with darkness and light.

The quiet, shadowy spaces
In introspection of the night
Where weaves the ivy
A tangled web in the dark.

Harnessed to the wind,
The quiet breeze of the night
The memories like some ancient
Rhymes, their echoes in the mind.

The forgotten corners of life
Where heart finds home
And the soul finds love.

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Queuing upon my life
The memories
Like the long,

Wide waves of the
Ocean, crashing
Into my existence.

The ebb and flow
A relentless
Rhythm of Life

Against the shore in
A storm
A tempestuous embrace.

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I couldn’t refrain myself from accepting the call, though I perceive it as a weakness of mine to be thrilled with the fact of talking to you late at night and joy bearing me down in my heart.
I can’t resist as I have no other sail to set me go through the sea of life.

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like emerging from the cocoon into a new cycle of life.
I like the moment when the sun is out of my sight but it’s light enough to make it look like a dream.

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Of flowers and lilies
And the
Moon’s earthly ways.

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