When you're painting
a figure, it demands
a face, a smile, a beauty.
while you're singing
a song, it demands
a rhythm, a tone, a likeness.
When you look back,
nothing is yours, you drew
another one while singing their songs.

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It's not that I don't see
people drawing the distance
It's not I'm desperate
it's my mind who doesn't
understand people change
it's again my choice to stick
A will to stay, a stable one
to my own words, whenever, whatever
people love in their favourable time
when it's safe not when it's needed
the most.

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How long I've waited for another
mid-spring to watch you bloom
the conversations, I saved
agony doesn't know how the other feels
it knows only itself, full of blank expressions
next time when you bloom
just find me here, I will stay
until another sorrow finds me.

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When I heard about the departure, I stopped and thought it was too early.. I took the train. Staying in a hotel to seek peace, the mountains showed freedom, to stay whatever happens. The Sun came throughout the gaps. It's beautiful. The rays touched the greenery. When it fell on my cheeks I smiled. Between the departure and staying I found the truth. We don't miss the place we miss when we laugh, we share a piece of cake. Nostalgia hits when we carry the love always.

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Living is tough
surving, hurts
although we are the
ants who collects food
not being sure about life
Life hurts, life heals
the balance is there
at the end ,can
either good or bad
anything bad happens
only to remind
what is God and good.

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That kind of love~

that kind of love which melts the glaciers of your inside, either you can live with it or not, there is no in between. Crossing fingers no longer makes the sense yet you'll do it. Loving is like making paper boats and hoping rain will not sink it. You look, you wait , you go anxious, yet you love to sink.

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nothing yours ~

Will it rain again
the soil asked.
how far the depth of it
will touch the water,
the fragrance lingered
while the soul became dry.

the stars asked
what about the rain
we can't see the happy soil now
the soil knew there was nothing hers
the rain came, soil dried inside.

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Kind of love heart desires~

When the moon hides
herself, incapable of
holding the beauty of darkness
the scars, taught her
beauty doesn't always, scars stay.

If the sky doesn't accept
the scars, it's better to stay
without the moon, stars shine too
moon glows, always.

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People who don't know how to
be perfect~


When the sunset arrived
they went to the terrace
without carrying a light

when the rain came
they went for the window
getting wet in rain is not for them

when god came, they hid themselves
as unworthy people, they don't
know what light is, god never saw them
they never saw the great god

Life isn't for them, they are for living
when others said, let them be here
we will have their light,
they will have the dark.

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Empath- a curse

If I've said
by time I'll be free
you know it's a myth.
when the clouds shed rain
I feared a thunder-storm,
when the lightning hit
I thought for the homeless
when I'm on the track,
people slept like a baby.

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