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On blank paper and moving shadows.
Shadow ran to catch the idea by idea.
Own shadow, and meanwhile, it is not shiny anymore.
But the sadness of the idea.
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As more than a bare cage.
Even the sound of birds singing, it can not be confined
It has been transformed as a cat cage. Disabilities, one for cats.
This just in nick of it one day.
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Moaning sound of the engine may call her back.
Light up the sky above.
Down to earth and mud puddle.
Tears pour the water is flowing along the water irrigation canal.
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Tomorrow might not come to us.


But send sadness and heart break came as a gift.
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Plumeria bouquet of a white wall.

Nestle cheek with the sad light of twilight.
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I do not know whether she secretly cried last night.

But because of my own dreams.
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The Art Of Shadow

On blank paper and moving shadows.
Shadow ran to catch the idea by idea.
Own shadow, and meanwhile, it is not shiny anymore.
But the sadness of the idea.
Vision is a new image with the tragic
And the taste of some of the reasons.
When the conclusions do not reach insight.
Duties of the Lord is born.
Excavation for a realistic picture than the play of light.
If a burner flame of the light stick up modestly.
With a courageous and freedom of contemplation
To go away from the scare and deceive quibble
Paper blank reflex
The interaction conflicts.
Conflict is a war.
From the war search for a destination.
Peace and hope in death.
Likely plays a grief from the shadows into the dark shadows.
From idea to be close to God, to become estranged
Like what is different between shadow and light.
The display of shadows and paper idea.
thought thoughtful
To the art of shadow. For the unhappy few times.
Before returning to the pop-up creation seriously.

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