The Missing One
Inspiration
Is wandering around your
breath
Sometimes your brain
inhales it
and decorates it into an
idea
Neither goor nor bad
But as inspiration often
dresses in disguise
Your brain cannot
recognize it
And just let it go
Hiding between seconds
you hold in hands
Hanging in every life
scenes you captured in mind
Singing along your life
rythm
Dancing among written
words
It will wait
For those who can find it
It will welcome
Whoever willing to see and pick
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PANTOUMS
When the wind blows
A stem of your dream has just fallen
from the old tree you once have planted
in the corner of our wide
yard.
During the rotten days of
a start.
From the old tree you
once have planted
I could see your life far
away
During the rotten days of
a start
and also at the time
being.
I could see your life far
away
since in the tree is
where your heart stays.
And also at the time being
When youth is starting to decay.
Since in the tree is
where your heart stays
A stem of your dream has
just fallen
When youth is starting to
decay
In the corner of our wide yard.
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