– “Why do you love me?”, you ask.
– “Why the Earth goes around the Sun?”
I wonder if she asks herself this question. I wonder once this journey of billion years ends (because it eventually will) if she’ll regret all this time she spent loving the Sun…
You are a poem
whose words are not rhyming
yet flowing so smoothly.
You are a poem
I might never complete
yet unveiling new meaning
every time I read.
You are a poem
of just a few words…
…yet saying so much.
You are a poem
I might never understand
yet I will always feel!
On the road named “Us”
I saw a path I want to explore
and you saw a dead end.
Surely, you were right.
You’ve built this brick wall yourself.
Bloom!
From the darkness, you rise,
reaching out for the light.
Bloom!
Loneliness was your companion,
silence your confidant.
…
Have you tried
standing under a waterfall
without getting wet?
….
Just look at you!
Laughter glows so nicely on your lips!
Joy shines brilliantly in your eyes!
Love looks beautiful on you!
Keep wearing it.
We are so naive
in our reflections on death.
We recognize only one kind of it
– death of the flesh.
…
I don’t need no
explanation
for the colors of the
rainbow!
…
If it happens that I die tonight,
I would not mourn the time denied.
…
