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The world must be easy in your eyes.
Everything laid out, carefully planned.
Your dream is within your reach,
And nothing can deter it.
Unshaken, determined, strong -
You always laugh.
It must be easy in your eyes.

Suddenly, what is deemed impossible happens.
Now laugh, to belittle what just happened.
I can't fathom the depth you're exploring.
I am curtailing behind ...
For tears drop downwards - may they reach you.
You will one day know,
You are not alone.
Look into my eyes,
Do you see my pain? 'course not!
I'm smiling,
Bright teeth shows your reflection.
I'm silent.
Not a single word about myself.
Are you sure?
Are you sure you love me?

Hold my hand,
And now wish we shall last forever.
Maybe, only maybe,
One day I shall tell you my sorrows.
Now, happiness
Is all I will speak of.
O, Lord of the Meeting Rivers!

I am here, eastward
To the rising sun.
Presenting myself,
Bare hands and feet.

Lord, I am weak and frail.
Riverward, my reflection stirs.
A drop stirs the river.

Lord, I am weak and frail.
I have but one question.
O Lord, O.
Why.
You have me at first sight.
Your eyes, your lips,
Your hundred glimmers in the pupils when you're speaking.
Every small things you do.

We walk pass each other everyday.
Sometimes we have small chit-chat.
Maybe you have forget it by now,
But your little advice makes me a better person.
Why?
I have stopped dreaming and keep asking,
Why?
Did you leave me here alone and without help,
Why?
I'm imploring your selfishness, begging your return,
Why?
You have such importance to me, and others, why leave,
Why?
My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page
  May 2015 Ratipol Opasjaroenkij
M
it is almost impossible to forgive
someone that you once loved.
it is almost impossible not to forgive
someone that you love.
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