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Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
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You dare just stand in front of me so open and innocent.
Don’t look at me with such open eyes.
I can’t stare into those eyes.
So true and expecting.
Sometimes I feel like you could just lean over and kiss me.
When did our simple understanding become so complex.
I like definition – you like variability.

Why can’t we just be simple?
I was not looking but there you stand.
My heart in your hand.
I don’t want my heart out of my chest.
I didn’t want my heart singing a song I didn’t write.
But there you stand.
I was not looking.