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I don't wanna do the same things as last spring
I wanna do it differently
I don't wanna hang out this weekend with anyone
Unless the one is you
Like a drop of dew on the leaf
You give the leaf a sparkling hue
The leaf is me
And the drop of dew is you
Once you hit the meadow
The soul is forever sealed
Playing symphony of melodies
Of tunes only both of us knew
Today the field is still filled with
Odour of yesterday's dew
Tomorrow is a mystery
Will your next arrival ever due?
Perhaps the dew has forgotten all the melodies
That were once played on the field
The leaf never will
For the name is Mimosa
And I love you still…
Take me there...
Calculus I don't know
Cloud 9 is a mystery too
Who have really been there
And stay more than 9 years long?
Oh boy take me there
I wanna multiply another 9 years
And 9 years more…
Who cares how the wind blows
As long as my cloud 9 still floats
9 and another 9 years more...
When The Clock Strikes Twelve
Heard you have been doing fine
With your new sunshine
What you have promised to me but unfulfilled
Is all happening in her time
If you're not meant to be mine
Why can't she appear before I?
Skip me in your life
Go straight to your next in line
Will skip you this life
Then we can both maintain separate lives
Never ever have to keep you in mind
As soon as the clock strikes twelve
Let's re-start our time, re-write our lives
Erase all my memories, undo all our ties
As soon as the clock strikes twelve
You do not exist in my life
When the clock strikes twelve
There're tears in my eyes…
Deep In The Woods
Tonight the wind blows
It swept across the skin of my bare toes
The curious feet asked: where do you come from?
The wind answered: follow me, I'll tell you
The feet as if spellbound lifted itself from the ground
I obediently followed
It started with gentle steps
Then faster and faster
I know it's trying to catch up
With the speed of the wind
The feet and I
Soared high across buildings over buildings
Landscapes over landscapes
Through the darkness, amidst the cold
We passed everything yet see nothing
Too fast we have moved
It's so cold, my body can't take the tow
Where are we now?
I only see some dark greens rustling in the dark mid air
Swish swish swish!
Hey, greenies, are you talking with the wind?
And wind, you have not told me where are you from?
We are already here, the wind said
…deep in the woods, that's where I stay
You love me, don't you?
You dream about me day and night
You sing songs about me
You write about me
How do you feel being here?
I said… it's cold, dark and helple
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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