With tears so frequent now
The drops that fall forget to ask
Whom they are meant for

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Little by little
I break my wings
To run with this world

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Let's write a poem tonight,
together, you and me,
to see
if anyone remembers
us from the past.

We will then walk away
silently, separated
into our present,
and someday in future,
we will remember this night.

A poem will rest. Here. Anywhere.

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The dark side of midnight is that it brings out everything clearly that I missed doing in daylight as I close my eyes.

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Hey YourQuote,

You are 3 today! It's official now. We knew how smart you are since the first couple of months. But it's your time to wear that backpack, and go through the process of schooling and rock the world.

I am sorry dear, to not stay much connected. I am aware of your fights and wish I could help, but like your fights, I am fighting my own. We will fight and win this, won't we? You can throw your diaper then, and run free in this world of adults.

Oh, you know... your neighbour thought that we are not connected anymore. "28th August", I smiled and replied back to her. This connection is made by the Gods. We don't need validation, do we? I'll now go back to my old age, while you my dear, will take care and stay blessed. Happy Birthday, Champ!

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The strong hides his tears behind his smile.
The stronger wipes his tears by making others smile.

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Death is amazing and strange. Amazing because of its power and strange because of its occurrence.

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The cactus that prick stores water in the desert.

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Dear Santa

Hope you're fine. It's Christmas again and I'm sure your elves are busy packing gifts for us. Dasher, Rudolf and the gang must be busy doing their last minute exercise for the long journey and you must be still trying to see if any letter is left out to read.

I love Christmas and you, like all. And even old grumpy Nora, my neighbor, loves you. But all are selfish! All want gifts from you, but never return you anything. This time I have a gift for you too. I know you're getting old.
As I don't remember the last time when you looked young, I loaned some hair color from Mumma for your white beard. I'll make you look young again. :)

With love
Joe

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"I hate clouds at night."

"Why?"

"They block my view of mom."

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