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Poetry, as an art form predates literacy, has been used to transmit cultural information and life experiences. When you explore your mind, you will get inspired...
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I am so glade to see you here. It means that it is not too late. Now is 2019, and I am one of the good friends of yours. You may not even know me at this time, but you will …
You don’t need to believe this, so, if I may ask, please put away your doubts and questions for the next few minutes and relax. You will enjoy reading the messages I brought with me. They are very important to you and many others. One day, when you see what I have seen, and live what I have lived, you will believe what I am going to tell you. It could be very different to what you are thinking or expecting …
Poetry, as an art form predates literacy, has been used to transmit cultural information and life experiences. When you explore your mind, you will get inspired...
Share your joy, share your rhythm.
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Sunday January 29 2006
Five seasons
Spring
blossom
beautiful and unique
she was picked up by the florist
leaving her families and friends
to an elegant glass wind-bell she was tied
ding... ding... ding...
tapped
she was dancing
with the wind
bounding around
a beautiful world in her eye
the first time she felt
a free spirit inside
Summer
monsoon
monotone and restrained
she was struggling for freedom again
dreamt of being a bird
shooting across the sky
ping... ping... ping...
broken
she was blown away high
into the sky
drifting in the wind
beaten by the storm
the first time she found out
she could not fly
Fall
defoliation
depressing and pessimistic
she was falling with the leaves
gave up trying
drifting through life
rustle... rustle... rustle...
disjuncted
she was splited
into parts
undergone all kinds of hardships
lost half of her petals
the first time she can't help
but cry
Winter
frost
despairing and perishing
she was frozen
could not see nor hear
lost her mind
... ... ...
falled
she was covered
under snow
still and quiet
frozen out more of her petals
the first time she awaited
the time she die
Spring
regenesis
warm and alive
she was waken up by the sun
had only two petals left
wanted to take a last try
chatter... chatter... chatter...
landed
she saw birds flapped their two wings and flied
into the sky
surprised and inspired
flapped her two remaining petals
the first time she realized
how to fly
she is falpping her two petals in the sky
wanna tell everyone about her legendary life
(End)
Never give up...
May your Angel spirit never die...
It's never too late to change...
Love,
Pan
