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They waft through
Souls picking up
Flavors

Surf on minds
Developing
Patina

Slither along cultures
Taking on
Color

Glide with history
Collecting
Tone
I only know the songs I love the most,
they can tell what life can be like,
not me, not making a living by living it.

I'll never write lines as good as those,
not saying better what's on my mind
or singing like it's worth it a listening.

Seldom other needs can juxtapose,
by any means I can't say much sometime,
but music finds me telling everything

for me, to me, for their soulful notes
whatsoever chord they could strike
the right ones in time will be moving me
magically...
Music is the most magical and wonderful thing to me ... as much as Poetry when it comes to lyrics, but with the little plus of sounds...
I think my strongest knowledge is about the songs I love... They're my certainties that nobody can take away from me... they are the only ones I know, actually...
When powers she wields
river she breaks homes
floods paddy fields

Swords of rains
swells her hurt pride
boils her veins

Vengeful she brims
breaks the lock gate
cultivator's dreams

Gone is sweet flow
in the moonlight
soft silver glow

Simmers her soul
raging red hot
she burns like coal

With inflamed tides
she devours the crop
growing on her sides

River now a curse
she wouldn't recede
without leaving scars

She can't be blamed at all
men have only ravaged her
taken her all.
You smell like rain
In you love is born again
Only fiercer this time
Deeper and faster I fall
You are a fortress
And I am a stall

A sweet musty rain
Yet my heart still feels
A bit of strain
The higher I get
The quicker I think
When will you finally
Just let me sink

when you walk to the beach
All my favorite things
You feel like home
And taste like dreams
But I'm filled with fear
Could it be our end is near

On that wooden walkway
You have my heart
Take all my love
Every last part
My soul yearns yours
Connected at best
Feel it in my burning chest
Fuel my fire and reach
My desires, I've forgotten
How Amazing this could be

you pass those green plants  
Your love, a breath of fresh air
But only after drowning
Do I find it unfair you
Filled my world with despair
But I can't turn away because
For now you smell like rain
A sweet musty rain
when you walk to the beach
On that wooden pathway
You pass those green plants
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