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Mics Gumangan Jan 2021
You are  my....

Sun, my moon, my star that  shines through
My strong mountain that shields me from the storm
The scent that lingers and touches my soul
The  musical rhyme on a sweet April summer

You are my...

Fresh flowers picked from the forest
My sanity in a surreal world
My ecstasy in times of passion
My immortal among the many mortals

You are my...

Light and shade on  a sunny afternoon
The lovely colors on my palette
My laughter , my joy, my sweet bud
You are whom I derive the beauty of life.
  Jul 2015 Mics Gumangan
SE Reimer
~

today a friend
reminded me,
a quote by
Elbert Hubbard,
"love grows by giving.
the love we give away
is the only love we keep.
the only way to retain love
is to give it away."


indeed,
so let it be
write the inscription
let my epitaph read,
"lived fully...
gave plenty
loved gently
died empty."


~

*and let the post script read...

"yes, his whisky ran dry
as he lived so he died."
Mics Gumangan Jul 2015
Why was pain created by the heaven?

Oh mother misery, tell me why….

Why was sadness invented?

Oh, cosmic force tell me why…

And why tears flow down from my eyes?

Oh suffering, maybe you can tell me why…
Mics Gumangan Jul 2015
You occupied me for a time

even conquered my world.

You seeped at the recesses of my mind…

…and even my soul….

But just like a smoke that billows out

one day you just simply ceased to exist in me.
Mics Gumangan Jul 2015
…slow me down…so many thoughts running on my mind…

…warped…distorted…a day of disquiet…

…maybe, I lack sleep…

…but maybe, it’s the weather…drizzling at 2:00 PM, now it’s raining…raining very hard…

….dark and gloomy outside…

…how can summer be so gloomy and frightening?…

— The End —