blown by the wind the beauty of the past
smooth lips wear faded smiles
handful touch wishes hungry moves
countless teardrops on the floor....
...
Is it the tear measures hate and love?
Is it the laughter gages one’s kindness?
Is it the fame evaluates the popularity?
Or is it the failure determines the necessity?
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Checkmate
We laugh and undo
Concentration, we always do
But laughter
...
creep to the ground
corpse to the level
arms in action
fight in a battle
...
painted faces in the dark
stitched scars mysteriously flushed
eyes blacken…lips broaden
costumes and suits differs in trend...
...
those years were full of success and trials...
life of worries and loneliness...
...
the touch of your fingers
the softness of your hands
memories of the past
buried gently in my mind...
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if i could only paint the stars
i'll paint them like a necklace...
if i could only paint the seeds
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waiting
i'm always waiting
the days and nights that you’re not here
i'm waiting
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oh destiny of my life
show me his honesty
give me clues and signs
thru his words and integrity..
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