#saramaemusic

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The Sun’s Song (saramae original)

written in a moment of darkness

[maeismad]

I always say I’ll stop

But I never do

I always say I won’t

Keep on wanting you

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The Wind's Song

I found this haiku in a book of poems I wrote in high school and it reminded me of Fall, my favorite season.

There is little that romances me more than witnessing nature's transformation every year. Creation is a reminder that it is okay to evolve and embrace change as time progresses; and sometimes that means embracing a sleepy rest before blooming again.

I cling so dearly to the things I know: like the trembling leaf that holds to its branch until the wind whisks it away. The unknown can be a frightening prospect. Who knows what it will hold? But time waits for no one. It passes by and requires me to let go.

It whispers, "let go."

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Feeling all the feels with this one...hope you enjoy <3

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sea salt.

Yesterday, I asked my driver if we could please roll the windows down. I was overwhelmed by the smell of his cologne. I felt car sick with all of the stopping and starting: all of the traffic and red lights and orange lights that brought us to a hesitant halt or a jerky acceleration. He took a route along the water, where the highway runs along the east side of Manhattan. And there, with windows rolled down, I felt the sincerity of the wind, relentlessly loving my face, unfurling my fine hair: tendrils free to tickle my cheeks and brow. I closed my eyes and smiled. I did not shy away from its wildness, for I wanted to be made wild. It carried a hint of sea salt in its breath, and I loved it all the more. For where water is, there my home is also.

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sweet hope.

Thought I wonder with tired eyes and weary heart which direction I will go; though I fear a road void of companionship; though I am young and bear scars of someone old, I find myself filled with an unknown, often unspoken hope - an optimism - that things can always be better. There can be exceptions to the rule. My current circumstances do not dictate my future. There is hope. There is always hope. No matter what, God is a good God. In the pain, in the darkness, there is always light, which is found in the good, strong, loving, disciplinarian, encouraging, inspirational arms of my heavenly father. I will never escape him, nor is there any wish in my heart to be free from the hold that he has on me. And in my sin, I find his love more real than ever. I feel his presence ever ready. It is like the sun. It will shine regardless of my choice to sit in a dark room. It will always be ready to welcome me with its warmth - with rays that hug my entire body. He is the love that will not accept anything but everything. All of me.

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vinegar.

Tonight, walking down into the muggy subway, I smelt vinegar, and was reminded of that summer with Decker. I was so proud of the fact that he was ⅛ Thoroughbred. The racing breed - how elegant. But the flies were bad that summer, especially out in the pasture. The mask could protect his face, but I sprayed the rest of him down with the vinegar solution. Those nasty horse flies would not bite the gentle slope of his back nor the strong legs that so often carried my teenage body. I was giddy in love with him. Giddy with the freedom to hop on his back and gallop in and out of beautiful wooded areas at my leisure. He always wanted to go. We were soul mates in that way.

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I am not my own best friend...

but I have found the wind to be a comforting whisper in my ear when I am lonely, the ocean waves to be a healing balm  on my open wounds the brawny sun to hug me when I need holding and the moon to be a listening ear to my thoughts