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Have I shut
so many doors
that were kept
opened for me?
Yet to those doors
that were opened,
were they really
for the best indeed?
Stifled,
gasping for air,
I clawed
for release
and for even
just a breath of
fresh air,
I’ll do it
I’ll close them doors,
or just one more,
if I could just
have me back.
Perhaps it has all along
been written in the sky
of the story of us —
hidden behind the
fluffy white clouds,
the stars have seen
long before they play out -
A story of destiny,
from the beginning
to the end.
Yet what happened between
us when a supposedly
beautiful story ended up
into one that is nothing
but unfinished business?
Regrets
Min L.
Maybe one day
I’ll stop seeing you
in my dreams
because it is
the day where
you and I are
together, for real.
Min L.
• Wonder •
It never ceases
to make me wonder
why do we ever
think of us so little
of wonders,
when all along
we have whatever
that we need
to create wonders.
Min L
Perhaps it was the way
how the blacks showed up
and covered the blues in the sky,
that reminded me of curtains drawn
when a performance is over.
The sadness lingers in my root
deepens at the thought of our
swan song and the curtains, drawn.
Distant Fall
On a sunny early afternoon, I left my abode And found myself taking a slender road The road was long and tiresome to cross And also an uneven one inhabited by moss.
Suddenly I saw a construct so fine Which was a wooden bench as old as time
Little by little as I went a lot nearer It looked somewhat known and smelt familiar I remember myself being in here To forget agony and to throw all fear It was you who I sat with my dear On this bench, now I remember it all clear.
We exchanged some thoughts with smile And forgot the rest, perhaps for a while
Now it is a memory which I hardly recall Spent on a fine afternoon of a distant fall.
You are not
a mistake;
never was,
never will be.
What you are,
however, is -
You are one
in a million.
You are special.
• One in a Million •
Min L
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Arise my darling, my beautiful one, come with me, see! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing is come. Song of Solomon 2:10-12. Just a little beautiful spring inspiration for a Wednesday!!
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