Today, I wept as if it rained heavily
In my barren mind
Those droplets kindled deepen memories
sparkled bits of flame.
Times when tear inflames are times of fervor
Wish I could weep every day, if it could bring blossoms at the end.
Today, standing at the crossroads
In search of the life once painted in mind, I
found those shadings bleached, sketched by
those beautiful brushes that touched my canvas.
In search of the rhythm once tapped, I
hear the music out of strings, sang
by those nightingales I met in life.
I need that canvas of mind, to
touch and enrich my life with colors.
I need that strings of soul, to sing alot
and scream aloud.
Today, my hands seems empty, as i dropped
those diamonds in the way i passed
Promise that i would take steps back to
find and treasure those diamonds forever
that glittered my very life.
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