Rosaries were broken once
beads fell on the ground of time
everyone follows scattered instants
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I stare at the glass
fluctuating moon at me
sipping wine with moon
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I could wish only one thing
so I wanted to be a flying bird
I wish I would be just the flight
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You know, some passing instants leave us longed for coming back them again.
We wish those heavenly moments would wrap us forever living in peace as the flap of flying bird on the sky or as the fragrance of a fascinating flower in the garden.
I was sitting cross legged looking out window on a summer day. There was an old tree magnificent. It stood upright to display its haughtiness. The sunlight was brightening the leaves dancing with blowing breeze. A little bird was perching on a branch and began to sing. All of them were fascinating. I was captivated. I did not feel myself anymore. I has become a shining sun, a waving leaf, a blowing wind. I had sat on a branch of the tree outside singing at ease.
This has continued for hours. I was sure that something must had happened to me.
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I traveled abroad a long time ago
It was for business so I went as a doe
leaving my wife and children at home
I have to admit that I liked it you know
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I dreamed a sea of ease
filling with tears of cheer
I wished children would swim in a breeze
the washed world in the crystal clear peace
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listen to the flapping sound
a torturer, an eagle
flying all day long
over the griefs mountain
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the sun's fingers give branches a tickle
dancing breeze wraps his hands round waist of tree
the rays awaken tree with soft prickle
warbler accompanies tango in glee
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Your coming how a nice event
for an empty moment
pouring warmth full up
in an empty cup
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Life is hard my friend
as the socks have unwashed for weeks
hardening with stinking sweets
as a heart feels often disappointed
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