The sun paints the sky
with colours of curry
Best enjoyed with rice
...
We can't stop nightmares
when they come in our sleep
But may your thoughts of me
...
May the moon remind you of me
if you could see it tonight
for I'm writing
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I couldn't remember when I first had you.
A newborn; yet to conceive
her own thoughts.
...
If Cupid would lend me
His bow and an arrow,
I'd aim it at the moon.
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As clocks strike midnight,
As children go to sleep
dreaming of Santa,
...
The rain falls, shedding its tears
to feed the trees; keeping flowers alive.
But why do you fall, you who are unwanted
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