10 wishes 。

Away

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Or a restless leaf, a footprint.

Is fault on a blameless day,

scrawled on a washed-out sky.

 

My friend’s music orbits his home,

worms through the cracks

in the bluest lines, ever new

 

and permanent, staining even his hope

long after the lights stutter away.

And the rain’s attenuated sorrows?

 

They’re coming, he says. Like goats

through a fence. Like lava. Like tomorrow.

 

Copyright 2017 Robert Okaji

Butterflies.

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Im counting up the stars

to the time when finally forever is in the palm of my hand and infinity is where everlasting hills and valleys

light up

the path where everyone goes. Where streets are fled empty and full of beaming sunshines and tinkerers.

The dream is here, catch some pretty fireflies and enigma.

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Dreamcatchers weave the shattered past of passageways and busybodied vendors, of lamps and carriages.

May your Christmas today, shine as bright and promising!

Always love and full of brimming adventures,

XX Sherry 💋

A Tear And A Smile

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A Tear And A Smile

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty—-to God.

-Khalil Gibran

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