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Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
I believe,
dreams have their own power
they feed on inspiration and contemplation
they are full of life,
live within our soul.

hence,
I will never stop, to believe in
dreams
'cause I fall in love with a concept so magical, it's celestial
that freed us to be irrational
and exceptional.


         d        r        e       a        m       s

Each letters of 'dreams,'
therein lies mystery and beauty:
it is missions that was entrusted to us,
and we,
in turn need to trust it.

Respect dreams.
sensible or unbelievable,
logical or super fictional,
because they are intrical

therefore
let it flourish,
keep it alive,
make it real.
is spontaneous, almost natural
like the crashing waves
strutting their sparkly magic before my eyes

Missing you
is the ocean,
the endless widespread,
conquering one's soul; ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mine.

These days
I'm sailing this vast ocean to find
the edge of this wilderness

to see you, at last.
We are like two stones
That came together
And made a fire
Burning everything
But ourselves.
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