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XIII Jun 2015
Do not ask how I truly feel. Read my poems.
For I will not tell. My poems will do.
XIII Jun 2015
You will only know regret, when it's all too late.
So be careful.
XIII Jun 2015
Love** is a feeling that even Google can't properly explain.
Nope, even Google can't.
XIII Jun 2015
Should we call ourselves writers?
Or is typists much truer?
Well, since keyboards do not stain our hands with ink.
XIII Jun 2015
Silent birthday wish,
that love keeps its fire burning.
I could not blow it.
Wish Part II

The irony of the wish and the fire dying upon wishing.
XIII Jun 2015
Dandelion wish,
that no loved one will leave me.
I could not blow it.
Wish Part I
(First attempt at English Haiku.)
The irony of the wish and the dandelion's seed pods flying away upon wishing.
XIII Jun 2015
I wonder if shellfish are selfish
Or if the rain is already tired of falling

I wonder if the ocean is tired of being blue
Or if Mr. Cactus wants a hug too

I wonder if snows ever felt warm
Or if the words "It's cold!" ever came out from Mr. Sun

And finally, I wonder if God also prays
Just wondering..
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