Pictures of your love are  
stored in my heart.  
Can you please come and cradle them with the fabric of your heart?  

Your ears have eyes, too.  
The timely gaze of your hearing intent  
seems to read the matters of my message.  

Where are you?  
The laughter of love longs to be happy in your togetherness,  
and the bakery of my heart creates a sweet pudding  
with its most awaited tears.  

They write with the sprinkles and frosting,  
the deep anguish they feel.  

Why do you tend to turn away your smile?  
The messenger of the bakery asks,  
will you please keep your smile on?  

Please, will you?  
I may try not to let my frosting spray too much sadness,  
so will you please smile?

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When I saw your face,  
Did I miss the light in your black?  
Did I miss looking at your kindness in the black?  
Did I miss your black somehow?  
Did I miss looking at your heart in your black?  
Did I miss you?  
Did I miss looking at your black?  
Did I miss looking at the color of your face?  
Did I miss looking at your gleaming smile?  
Did I miss that twinkle when you smiled?  
Did I miss you after all?  
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Somebody is talking about my subject.  
I know  
The subject of love is popular as sustaining...

Somebody is talking about my subject.  
They touch the area of my heart and pluck a flower for themselves, and they are trying to think about my subject.

My subject and I are immersed in our daily talks.  
We see you and laugh.

The last thing I want to say aloud is that I am grateful to laugh alongside my subject.

My subject, I both miss you and love you.  
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You are my world.  
I found you in my emotions.  

The gleaming shine my heart tries to hold onto is flying away.  

I'm supposed to ease my lyrics like a safety glass.  
Can you see me through this window and ask me to join you?  

But you were left behind on the track.  

I felt the gleaming shine return to my heart.  
It fixed my safety glass.  

I see you across the same junction now.  
Shall we walk together?  

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O emotional and special pieces,  
I don't want to forget all the parts that I value.

I think I have lost the ashes and charcoal of past emotional dealings of my heart.

Sometimes, the coincidences of our situations leave me feeling helplessly lost.

When you are dealing with struggles, I may not fully understand them as I don't have your share.  
And I'm dealing with mine!

I want to listen to you when you need to talk.  
I wish I were always there to listen when you need to talk!  
I think our internal decoration needs more understanding between our levels.

Sometimes, it feels sad.  
When I want to smile and help you, you have your bitterness to handle.  
And when you are ready to extend your hand to me, I have my bitterness to handle!

I do think that our internal decoration needs more understanding, and I know that we are likely determined to support each other through our struggles.

Are we becoming the ones who are losing all the remnants of past emotional experiences while dealing with our difficulties?
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We had a cup of coffee together in our lily garden. Poppy Bird, Mommy Bird, and I were filled with our sweet talk and the small stories we usually shared during our chit-chat at evening tea!

I romped in our garden and shared my relief with the cold wind! Happily, I sat near the swing in our garden!

To feel happy without any perfect reason is a great relief. Smiling in this moment makes you feel like you are your own best friend!

And you always feel like chirping when you are happy!

I can't throw the dry leaves away from the *** I care for during my leisure time at home! This time, I decided to do some creative work with the dried leaves, which had turned pale yellow!

I planned to give them beautiful colors by painting the dry leaves with attractive hues to look pretty in my room!

While looking at the new look I gave to my flowers and the dried leaves, I remembered a conversation I had with my friend Bird the other day! She asked me, "If you are your best friend, then how do you talk to yourself?"

I looked at the bold colors I had given to the leaves. They felt very pale, although they had an attractive gleam!

Oh, this gloominess! It doesn't feel rosy at all!  
Oh, this gloominess doesn't look attractive at all!  
Oh, this gloominess doesn't look loving without the thoughts of your beloved!  
Oh, this longing doesn’t look good without remembering your beloved!  

I felt this and looked in the mirror. The flower *** in my hand was trying to make me see a rose among the hidden stems!

The rose was not there in the ***! The longing didn't look attractive, even with the imaginary rose!

I had other friends kept tied in a silly small cage! I happily freed them and started chirping to see them off! They tweeted back and told me they would see me daily in my flower garden!

I gave them a waving hand as I looked at them flying from my window! Oh, this window helps, I thought to myself, and fell asleep!  
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Silence has the eyes
that doesn't want to talk.

Silence!
It is the silence that doesn't want to talk.

Does silence talk anyway?

The little broken heart understands!

The unspoken sentiment of the heart tells a story.
Amidst the struggle, it offers suggestions.
The silent heart attempts to understand the exploration of the hopes and the contemplations within the silence.

The broken heart doesn't leave its way.

The gift of the deep feeling and its understanding sparkles, and it understands the silence that understands the silence behind the silent eyes.

Does silence talk anyway?
The pretty little heart, let's rest in the contemplations of the silent heart within the silence.
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