An unfinished chapter
and its two characters together in one frame again.
What happens at the end?
Will the two characters really find fulfillment?
Or, will they choose their own path in their own way?
Reality is probably hard.
Fairy tales always remain fairy tales.
A suppressed pain in your chest
wounds you every now and then.
It becomes your lifelong companion.
Every moment you have to convince yourself
whatever happens is for the best.
Nothing better could have happened in life.
probably this is called destiny.
Is that really true?

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To lie sometimes on the grass
under trees on a summer's day
listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the clouds
float across the sky,
nowadays a waste of time
but once some of those
very simple, natural, captivating beauty
with a bit of anecdote
would have given rise to two-liners.

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The smell of rain
The sound of the ocean waves
The sound of wind in a primeval wood
my poetry was born in between....
If you truly get in touch with these feelings
in such a way you feel in touch with true life,
your roots that is meditation.

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Listening to the rhythm of the falling rain.
Finding beauty in the raindrops.
Puddle jumping like a kid again.
Raindrop melodies and puddle symphonies
ain't that sound like peace?
Finding solace in the rhythm of the rain.
Raindrops are the perfect lullaby for a restless soul.

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A faint hope
arises in middle
Kingdom of heaven
would be gained!!!

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I was better after I had cried,
than before-- more sorry, more aware
of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
Let the rain kiss me with its whole heart
Let the rain beat upon my head
with silver liquid drops.

Yess, rain made me stronger than before,
and I became more independent ....
made me learn again,
never be ashamed of our tears,
for they are rain upon
the blinding dust of earth,
overlying our hard hearts.

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We are lying on sand together
Feel the breeze whispering through our hair.
Imagine ourselves floating on the clouds,
we're dreaming in a bed of olive green leaves
like we're flying above the human race
Let it be easy as the breeze
Let the love guide us, let the love set us free.
As you breathe
Your holy presence living in me
Now life is sweeter than my favourite perfume
and warmer than July's breezy afternoons.

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It's not always about grand gestures
It's the moment only matters.

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an indomitable effort to find myself
will probably end the day I die.

a missing note from a composition
one constantly tries to find until the end of one's life.

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as people too.
We misunderstand.
The character of a person never changes.
We make mistakes in recognizing people.
And by the time we realize the person is actually fraud, it's too late.
We get hurt and think the person has changed now.
In fact, the man was a scoundrel and dishonest from the beginning.

Literally, very few people on earth
can change their character in their lifetime.
Believe me, I said these words from my own experience.

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