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I Started to Dream Again

The steps aren’t here to stop me. — I started to dream again While walking down the metro stairs I started to dream again While stumbling behind loafers’ creaks Consternation isn’t here to stress Prediction isn’t here to dictate I started to dream again Now there is more than one ream to write I started to dream again Now there is more than castle in the air Steps aren’t here to stop me Strangers aren’t here to bother me

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I Started to Dream Again

The steps aren’t here to stop me.

I started to dream again
While walking down the metro stairs

I started to dream again
While stumbling behind loafers’ creaks

Consternation isn’t here to stress
Prediction isn’t here to dictate

I started to dream again
Now there is more than one ream to write

I started to dream again
Now there is more than castle in the air

Steps aren’t here to stop me
Strangers aren’t here to bother me

I started to dream again
though last dream sequence was black and white

I started to dream again
and the colored dream will come true.

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Hope’s Window

…waits to be opened… — The window waits tucked between the curtains wanting to be opened. So thoughtful, it withstands blazing hot sun and outside whispers. So sweet, it lets you see the world behind closed doors and hearts. So elegant, it plays with the wind. Glass blocks rumors. So caring, it sings nature’s lullaby to quiet nighttime fears. So soothing, it offers peace and rest. Take a deep breath.

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Hope’s Window

…waits to be opened…

The window waits
tucked between the curtains
wanting to be opened.

So thoughtful,
it withstands blazing hot
sun and outside whispers.

So sweet,
it lets you see the world
behind closed doors and hearts.

So elegant,
it plays with the wind.
Glass blocks rumors.

So caring,
it sings nature’s lullaby
to quiet nighttime fears.

So soothing,
it offers peace and rest.
Take a deep breath.

So patient,
but eager to show
you hope.

The window waits.
Are you ready
to open up?

Thank you for reading.

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Don’t Wait For The Last Train

Let it come when it has to — “Choose your own platform,” Standing on the platform Number one, two, three, four, or the other infinity numbers which is available only for one person. The last train schedule is never late It comes as it scheduled and no one knows the time. But, don’t wait for the last train Waiting…

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It’s (Not) a Beautiful Flower

It needs a perfect cover to hide the thorns. — One wants to dream evermore because imagination is sweeter than reality that is so much more bitter. One’s brave enough to fake forever because pretending to be a beautiful flower needs a perfect cover to hide the thorns. But someone must get braver to break out from the puppet theatre and be…

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Three Minutes Before I Fall Asleep

It’s the happiest thing I feel — Three seconds before I close my eyes I prepare for the best visual effect. Three minutes after I close my eyes It’s the most wonderful night I see. Three minutes before I fall asleep It’s the happiest thing I feel. Three things I create on the show Excitement, freedom, and love…

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·Jun 10

Gleaming Blue Water

is too blue to look at — Water splashing from the pool The freestyle and butterfly strokes Flutter kick or playful kick Swimming for pleasure Swimming for pressure The water must leave their home, I also must leave this blue. Blue square tiles reflecting the sun Glossy and garish light Eye-catching — teary eyes I should have faced it But this gleaming blue water is too much to handle, too blue to look at.

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Gleaming Blue Water

is too blue to look at

Water splashing from the pool
The freestyle and butterfly strokes
Flutter kick or playful kick
Swimming for pleasure
Swimming for pressure
The water must leave their home,
I also must leave this blue.

Blue square tiles reflecting the sun
Glossy and garish light
Eye-catching — teary eyes
I should have faced it
But this gleaming blue water
is too much to handle,
too blue to look at.

People on the top of the world
They see blue as only blue
Color of the pool, sea, sky,
or their favorite color
I wish I were them
Gleaming blue water
is only water — splashing out.

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·May 31

An Infinite Railway

On the track the train has left the station — they run away — A very long railway track It might took forever The train has left the station No one knows where it arrives No option, no choice — Nothing’s possible. A very long railway track Slithering like a giant snake behind the moving train It tries to catch the preys who run away by train — Running from troubles. A very long railway track Twisting like string of words Causing dizziness Troubles or people that left behind They will find the train — Finding the tail of preys.

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An Infinite Railway

On the track the train has left the station — they run away

A very long railway track
It might took forever
The train has left the station
No one knows where it arrives
No option, no choice
— Nothing’s possible.

A very long railway track
Slithering like a giant snake
behind the moving train
It tries to catch the preys
who run away by train
— Running from troubles.

A very long railway track
Twisting like string of words
Causing dizziness
Troubles or people that left behind
They will find the train
— Finding the tail of preys.

Published in The Lark

·May 24

A Blushing Rose in the Sky

Paint me with your beauty — A blushing rose in the sky, It colors the dusky blue Splattering the blush with its invisible brush. In the sky of blushing rose, I am a dusky blue neither dark nor bright Too scared to paint and turn night into an art. A blushing rose sky, Paint me with your beauty Pour me with your sympathy Picture me with your sunset Protect me with your last light Instead of falling at the dead of night, I’ll rise, as a rose of night.

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A Blushing Rose in the Sky

Paint me with your beauty

A blushing rose in the sky,
It colors the dusky blue
Splattering the blush
with its invisible brush.

In the sky of blushing rose,
I am a dusky blue
neither dark nor bright
Too scared to paint
and turn night into an art.

A blushing rose sky,
Paint me with your beauty
Pour me with your sympathy
Picture me with your sunset
Protect me with your last light
Instead of falling at the dead of night,
I’ll rise, as a rose of night.

May 24

A Shrinking Body

under the infinite sky. — I have shrunk myself This body It’s getting smaller day by day This tiny house It’s getting bigger day by day These hands It’s getting stiffer day by day That infinite sky It’s getting wider day by day Unknowingly, I live such a life. A child replaced a grown up In…

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May 20

Moon Rises Over The Wires

it’s been trapped in this street together, with my desire. — There is tall, messy, and robust Electricity pole It stands out on village street The tangled wires spread across Not only birds, squirrel, and monkey has appear there But the moon rises over the wires. A shining moon over my head only lights this quiet street Dimly I wonder Is this place is…

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