I come to you, yes, to work hard just like you. To work hard, Grow like you. You? I say. My land cannot Let me grow. Pain. Melancholy. We must leave. While different culture, We are the same. We? You say. You, I say. In return, I bring our culture. To share it yes, to share it! Our gifts harvested for generations. Hindered by ... Yet, It's thee Beautful Grief Makes my culture Beautiful Art. Art? It says? We bring you Beautiful Grief, Art, in return. Alas! Be not, please, taken away from me, But embrace like precious art. Our story.
Tag: life
Cup of Tea
I saw once a leaf ,
Fell down from that tree,
swinged left and right,
But nowhere to be.
I thought of me, a plain, useless son,
Who couldn't compose from his own soul.
In pain I ran, away from my town.
I couldn't bear the thoughts of my own.
Then, I saw a man under the same tree,
It was amazing, he played music through a leaf.
Yes! You heard me, music through a leaf!
It gave meaning to silence, it gave meaning to him.
He paused and told me "go get some rest son,
Maybe tomorrow you may have a good song."
Once at home I made some tea
Put some leaves and sat on a seat.
"Maybe," I thought, "I can be like a leaf."
It doesn't matter how I swing, but
How to serve in the hands I fall.
Perpetual Legacy
One window is the door
To a whole new world,
When only you are ashore
Between not one but four walls.
But that wall would lead you
Between a pathway or two,
And you chose the road of fulfillment,
Now a journey in eternal torment.
And your eyes immersed,
An oddyssey of unreachable opportunities,
While your mind has painted
The testament of new discoveries.
You look at your hands, full of projects,
And at your feet, desiring transport.
Then at your heart, ready to perfect.
Finally at your mind,prepared to teletransport,
But your mass can't cross a window
For you are still in between four walls.
only confort given is a pillow,
To lie there for time be gone.
Close window prives anyone of true beauty,
Only 'till one's acceptance of true destiny.
So, lie and die here, but listen carefully,
Encounter plenitude by writing your story.
Inspire multitudes with perpetual legacy.
One’s Precious Time
You were looking for a solution,
So much work for one conclusion,
But you can't find one for
The answer is not on someone,
Neither is it on a thing.
You have to think
Where the answer lies,
Whether it's beyond lies,
Or right in front of your eyes.
All it takes is:
To speak up,
Or shut down,
To take action,
Or let others take it for you,
To set your dreams and pursue them,
Or others impose dreams on you,
To find the love of our life,
Or it be lost looking for you,
To reach for her hand,
Or let the prescense fall,
To find joy,
Or die without accomplishment.
You were looking for an answer,
So I gave you a solution.
You were looking for inspiration,
So I gave you my hope.
You were looking for anything,
So I gave you everything.
But something was still missing,
And your soul felt empty,
So I gave you human's most precious offering,
One's precious time.
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