Heart pursues love
like its only reality,
like the blue of sky above
and the ground stay steady.

There is beauty in its innocence
but strength in its patience,
that makes the hearts tender
and still too tough to surrender.

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These long spells of rain
tickle the memories again,
that had faded over time,
now return with a new lifeline.

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Tiny raindrops scatter and flow
as they leave the sky in a crescendo.
On the glass of an enclosed window,
the beauty of rainfall begins to grow.

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Everything is unattainable
until a true attempt.
Those who reach the pinnacle
always start with a small step.

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A shy tickle from life makes me smile again
as I begin to heal from a long spell of pain,

as if it is a conversation with an old friend,
when I can be uncaged and not pretend.

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A lie, repeated over and over,
can paint an unreal picture.

A false story narrated everyday,
can twist the reality in every way.

The truth, however, always surfaces
when the tide of time changes.

A thousand lies crumble and fail
when one true word comes to prevail.

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I was a different person in your shade,
loved, appreciated, treasured, unafraid.

I smiled more, looked at world differently.
My worries were resolved instantly.

I might have grown up, but still need you.
Maa, you are the only one to my rescue.

I still find my calm in your warm embrace.
I become a child again when I see your face.

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The Sun and the Moon share an affection
that is beyond the love for possession.

While one burns and gazes from a distance,
the other blushes under its brilliance.

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The bird was carefree and self sustained.
She flew in skies with dreams unchained.
She was flawless to everyone around.
Her mighty wings were unbound.

One day, she was told to leave the skies
and abandon her familiar paradise.
She was lost in knots of right and wrong,
lost in a world where she did not belong.

Until one day, she learned the courage
and refused to stay a lifelong hostage.
She fluttered back to her blue expanse
for that was her one and only chance.

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The wind that embraces the flowers
carries only fragrance in its layers.
It exudes fragrance wherever it goes.
It spreads mirth whenever it flows.

The air that touches barren lands
has nothing to share but parched sands.
It leaves melancholy in its course.
It creates a spell of lingering remorse.

We are like the wind and resonate
what we hold inside, love, pride or hate.
A pure heart shows in pleasing presence,
and kind words come from affable influence.

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