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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Mother





Mother

Remember when you allow me walks with you mother? to pick up all the mushrooms  that grow in the woods
You let me runs in the field full with wild flowers,  teach me how to arrange those flowers, so those will look like a crown on my hair.
We sat down  on the grass to see the waves of the purple  flowers
they moved by the winds, they were dancing  ....

You loved to comb my dark long hair; you said that my hair is so thick, silky and shiny
I liked my hair flowing in the wind, flies like silky ribbons dusting my chick softly
“No one in the world have a beautiful hair like you”, your words make me feel special




I thought that  you were my  angel, you taught me how to sings and also told me a lot of stories from far far away; " the other side of the world; there were a lot of monsters, they were vicious ,  dangerous…
There were many witches who created a lot of illusions, they had a power that could drag you out from reality
 that is why A lot of nice people who turns into bad, greedy, tricky and sadist
But there  are always an angel that will protect you , guide you and help you to your safest place only when you listen to your heart, your mind and your soul
Your voices , your arms like a warm blanket in the coldest night
Your heart beats sound like rhythm of lullaby, your fragrance soothes me to the blinks of thousand stars, joyful, peaceful save and sound
 Your love is mix in my blood, your wisdom already carves in my mind Nothing in this world I appreciated more ,  honored and loved by me except you, only you,  my mother

Monday, May 23, 2011

Rain




I look at the sky, so cloudy , the  dark cloud is hanging tied and heavy
Worry  eyes stare without blinking, the cold ice....
Wind blows all the hopes,then the fog  is coming down slowly, hanging everywhere...
everything becomes blurry, white and gloomy
  
The wind blows the fragrance of the wild musk, grasses, trees and flowers.. .the smell hangs on the  cold , on misty air 
 I see the water drops slowly ... makes a rhythm   then starts pouring   everywhere...on the trees, the leaves, the flowers are wet and  fresh



There is no shelter , only open wide  grass  at riverside  that full of trees, buses and colorful flowers , those become vague through a curtain of falling water
So many legs  run, hoping to find a shelter; under the big tree, under the bridge, under the umbrella.... standing shiver!, cold and arms wrapping their body, watching the rains falls as their mind are flying , some of them are already wet and are walking  helplessly



On the river, the ducks swim and sing joyfully, like all the leaves, trees and flowers welcoming every single drops of water, it looks green, glow  and fresh
Some children shout through the sounds of dropping rain, they are playing with joy, the laughter, their spirit compete with the sound of the falling water





As you see a wide open smile , bright eyes  with the sweet faces full with love,  their eyes are talking, they are sharing a dream , their heart are tingling with warm and exciting feeling    watching the drops... smiling, their giggling and laughing like their heart  is opening filling their soul with hope, passion  .  They need and care toward each other, their faces look in to the sky, they want to feel the rain drops


But, rain also is a cut of opening wound,  a bleed , hurt full with pain, every drop falling down  go deep inside the wound ; the deep cut, the throbbing, the jolt of pressure... shutter your life , your heart is numb, your chest is empty... You fall down with unbearable pain  
In your heart ; every single drops is your falling tears, every layer of coldness is shaking your sadness, everything is disappear in your life, down, deep down....only hurt...only pain and  your wound is opening wide


For some, the rain is a  shooting feeling, just for a moment there is nothing, only peace
Thinking about the past, some are grey and harsh and some are warmth and bright
The air is cold and windy, the rain drops drizzling and so many eyes are watching and their mind are thinking about the future with the memory of the past and wishful ; " Everything will be fresh and will  have sleepy night"