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Paradisiacal

Life is like a song

full of joy and music

in addition to everything

there’s a whole nother world

where there’s whispers of seagulls

blue skies

and sweeping clouds

wisps of sea breeze

sweet coconut grove

full of repose

full of fruit

the whistling of tidal wave

in the morning

the singing of aquatics

in the evening

periodically

walking on the beach

listening to the deep

movement of the briny

holding a glass of lemonade

holding the hand

of this beautiful lady

talking and laughing

singing that untiring

unceasing song

of happiness.

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Relearn thyself

Tender green

in the beginning

matures in time

the deep, shallow, thick and light

catalogued on various layers and levels

filling the bookshelf

of spring

any kind of green

contains a detailed introduction

the origin, the survival, the development

of a species

including food, clothing, shelter, love and life

future and dreams

open your own title page in the spring

you’ll find some words old and lost

in a corner of time

some words have gone far

leaving their bodies behind

traveling out in the universe

some words gentle as a kitten

lying on the windowsill

of spring

watching flowers bloom and grow

some words wide awake

sleepless in the night

the chapter on love and life?

i flip through the pages

beyond recognition

the original soul

covered in earthly dust

on flying?

dream and reality contest

in the stormy skies

love interpreting a beautiful myth amidst

a messy life

i don’t really know myself anymore

the ache of every word

is enough to make my blood flow

into a river

words dead

buried in the soil of yesterday

words running

still on the road of life running

words now

have just been born inside the kernel

green

is an angel

conveying the power of spring

blood vessels swell

filled with hearty energy

words resurrected in thoughts

they blossom

into reddish peaches

whitish pears

and enthusiastic begonia

in the spring

i got to know myself again

life is a metabolic process

every new sunrise

is greeting from

a new beginning.

 

 

Night in a small town

Night in a small town

beautiful

street lights illuminate

every asphalt road

neon lights are like stars twinkling

gamboling on the wall

night in a small town

lively

cars, motorcycles, padestrians

every road is choked

the ballroom sensational

night in a small town

confused

people wandering aimlessly

in the street

a dancer comes out of the bar

and vomits in the street

the odor of liquor fills her life

her night

in a small town.

In the small hours of a rainy morning

Wide awake

in wee small hours

the night is lenient

like ocean

clarity becomes unimportant

blurriness becomes profound

rain in the wee small hours

beating on the roof

splashes of tranquility

spread on the muddy ground

ripples of brisk breeze relays

singing of fish and water

message from a four-leaf clover

whispers of seabirds

familiar cries

of the surrounding verdure.

Childhood

Childhood is the song

that passes through the valley

echoes above the clouds

stays in the field

sweetens dreams

childhood is

running in the sunset

sprinkling laughter across the grass

surrounded by the aroma of flowers

naivete recorded in the call of the wind

in the quiet and ease of time

childhood is

turning callow memories

into soft and smooth pillow

watching the sky and earth

on charming a landscape

in a world is small and round.

Kiss yesterday goodbye

When the sun rises from the east

the next day

when rooster roars again

it means that yesterday has become

a thing of the past

it has been written into the history

of our growth

success or failure

glory or fall

joy or sorrow

a new day should start from scratch

kiss yesterday goodbye

so that we are not blinded by immediate success

so that we are not overcome by whatever failure

not absorbed by glory

not defeated by sorrow

kiss yesterday goodbye

make a little more progress

climb a little higher up

the ladder of positivity

kiss yesterday goodbye

be the best we can be

in a brand new day.

Solitude

Give your life

some alone time

feel the power of silence

in solitude

turn off the phone

close your eyes

clear your mind

listen quietly

the heart beating

blood flowing

wander

in the blue sky

forget

the goal and course

stray

with the tide

swing

with the sea breeze

being alone

not just a spiritual and emotional experience

it is

a wonderful realm of life

life moves in solitude

spirit grows in solitude

mind changes in solitude

soul sublimates in solitude

thoughts shines in solitude

creativity sprouts

in solitude.

 

 

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