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When light hits the day

a new life begins

and death commences

one by one..

they fall like pine leaves

season changes

comes fall, comes winter

comes winter, comes summer

and lovely spring shall hold its magic wand

and bring death to life

for another tiny seed had grew

and that dying tree shall spreads its baby leaves.

Thorned
I just love to be hurt
cause the pain...
it stings my innocence
brings me to reality
life is not a fantasy
life is a thorn... rusting in time
scratches your skin
shedding crimson dew
the pain lingers
scars..they remain
and things would never be the same again...

never fading

this pictures...

you...me...ours

reflections of sweet and bitter past

a recollection of before

and revival after

like things.. they too shall pass..

but memories last..

if the heart keeps the picture within..



so...



if pictures fade
would i fade,too?

life is math

if i pick the black one...

how much would it cost?

if I pick the white with feathers on it..

how much would i add?

If i pick the smallest..

how much would i subtract?

if i take all..

how many times would my bill multiply?

if you sum all..

how much would each pay?

-tetah

in the river, i step

the gentle breeze touches my legs

the stones feels good

pebbles massaging my heels

the water freely flowing

softly ticklin my skin

the memories, they flow with it

sweet and refreshing

like i was just a liitle girl

like the glittering dust of gold

like the scorching light of the sun

like the shimmerng light of the moon

like the twinkling brightness of the stars

i remain stranger in the eyes of the blind

pretentious

if roses are red
and so with blood
why pick white?