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Two seedlings grow up on the same plot of land
Wonderful black soil, not loose sand
So their roots gripped deep, so tall they could stand
So face to face they grew, each one knowing the other
As they shot up, their love soon bloomed one for another
They so longed to touch and entangle
With their branches they wanted to hold and mingle
And all the way to their roots they wanted to feel the tingle
Their love grew strong, and so did their trunks
They were watered and cared for each day by the monks
And the years slipped by when one final hour
Their branches could touch with a little wind power
A few more years slipped by and they now could embrace
And they were happy they had been planted face to face
They stood for centuries happy and content in their place
Sadly they thought that this bliss would last forever
All life problems they swore to endeavor
They held each other through storms and sunny weather
Until one day his roots grew weaker
With every passing year their situation grew bleaker
One night a storm blew in and their situation was dire
The wind blew him over and lightning set him on fire
She lost some branches trying to hold on to him
She knew deep down to her sap that now her life would be grim
Without him by her side she started to cry
And with every eternal year that crept by
Her limbs no longer reached for the sky but drooped down to the ground
Cuz that is now where his charred remains could be found
She reached for him with every single limb
Her weeping went on each day of the sorrowful years she was filled to the brim
The monks took care of her but they could feel her great sorrow
They prayed everyday that she would stand strong till tomorrow
One day an old monk took a close look at the tree
And decided the pain had changed her so much that her name now is different by decree
So my child when you lay your tired head on your pillow
Remember her and all her seedlings are now the weeping willow
She's there to remind us of the loss of great love
That not even her seedlings could rise above
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Away A Spring comes
Through the windows of the old
Where yet I see the past times of gold
Though I could mention
Still takes some times to
Get out of detention
Of all those values of drowning dreams
Though everything passing with trims

Either Come back again
As any other forms
In the horizon of the Wren Drongo, Myna
In the Sparkling bright days
As if red flamboyant of lost Spring
That only Says a beautiful String

But yet the dried leaves are floating
In the water of Calm Lake
Where yet I'm passing a fake
Within the game of light and shadow
While Love wearing a mystic mask
That confesses me too many tasks
Bright and dark moving with cradle

Forbidden to go near
That I Couldn't bear
Flood tide in the river
Full moon broken with eight pieces
In the silver light her silhouette stands on the shore
Behind I see the closed door
In the known Seasons of moon
Century's sigh as if an elusive tune

If slowly lost all
Put those dreams here again
Even I couldn't leave any pain
But the rainy season can be washed
Saltwater of eyes
I try to feel the bliss
Away, will return the golden
Days of Summer  
Off course there will be
Something on the bottom
Love will come on the
Cloud's raft of Autumn
Away, A Spring being a call of beckoning
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....I remind you the dream,A Spring.........
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 Feb 2016 Mark Lecuona
ryn
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•let my secrets be buried unknown•
never to resurface, never again shown•one
mistake was all it took...•invested my heart
in an unassumin-                g crook•that was
enough to set m-                   y world on fire•
fuel for wagging to-       ngues' desires•days
only elapsed with l-        eers from disgusted
eyes and whispere-          d mocks•time was
inconsequential o-              n faceless clocks•
a hard lesson lea-                 rnt, painful price
to pay•now i have my secrets heavily pad-
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 Feb 2016 Mark Lecuona
ryn
Let the poetry...
Write itself....
As the ripe new moon
strums the swaying
silhouettes of the night.

Let the poetry...
Write herself...
With the vast
expanse of obsidian sky.
Pocked subtly with the shy
murmurs of the stars...
Offering solace and peaceful respite.

Let the poetry...*
Write of you...
As the splendour...
Envelopes each unspoken letter.
Embedding words of warmth,
that seize my heart
in a state of enamour...
Before taking its majestic flight.
"If you could ask me
thinking that I don't know

Will you ask me?
Will you believe me?

So, let's give it a try
I am here by your side

Nothing will change
I will make sure
To smoothly say
tenderly words

you will notice
I do care

Furthermore
if a desolate feeling
hits you like a dense pain

Think about me
as your soul mate

An imminent friend
a principle to reach
no gap between us"

This is what he said
when he saw me cry

I told him I was lost
missing dearly my Dad

So, there I was
in front of him
asking him how
I could ease this pain

His words were,
as he promised,
no superficial
but truly wise

It was four words
that from that day on
have kept me alive

He wrote them
on a blue paper
almost at the end of a page

"Love is the answer,"
he wrote that day

A moment of silence.
I am living again.
Son
I wish I knew.
I remember when the doctor told me you were inside of me.
It's the same second I started loving you.
It's the moment when I felt a new kind of love.

But,
I wish I knew.
I am still not prepare to see you feeling ill.
My heart pounds so fast and my brain can't think.

I wish I knew.
That I would miss your mess all around the house.
That I would love to hear your voice asking me to play.
That I would regret those times when I said "Please, just wait."

I wish I knew.
Because it doesn't matter if I am well or sick.
I wish it was always me, and not you.

It is true, God gave me the opportunity to be your Mom,
And with it the willingness to give my life for you.

I wish I knew.
Not because I would love you different,
but I think I might suffer less.
Still, if my pain makes you feel better
then, I am ready. Even thought I didn't know.
#mom #son #illness #God #pray #faith #love
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