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Beyond the time we are born
After the time we will die
You and I have something
A bond, a connection

Otherwise why so much of
LOVE attachment
Otherwise why our hearts
Long each other's beats

Whether we know this or not
Whether we agree with this or not
Whether we believe in it or not

You and I have something
A bond, a connection
Otherwise why so much of
LOVE attachment

Till we met each other
The life was a foggy mist
Hazy, smoked and dimmed
Everywhere we go,
We meet the fake faces
Wearing smile masks
We huff and puff and ask
"Where can we go now?"

And...

Then we met each other
On an fateful turn of life
As total strangers
Unknown to LOVE's plans

"Why is it that without our permission
Our hearts exchanged LOVE-light vibes?"

"Oh, have we met before?"

Seeing you, feeling you, realizing YOU
I felt -
Beyond the time we are born
After the time we will die
You and I have something
A bond, a connection
Otherwise why so much of
LOVE attachment

Today...
YOU live for my smile
I live for your happiness
We must have surely crossed
LOVE paths before this birth
I remember memories of
Dancing together before...
Swaying in LOVE breeze
In night's embraces

Now,
Let us NOT miss this moment of LOVE
Let us not get separated from each other
Let us fight everyone and everything
Who are against our LOVE

Let us PROMISE each other
We will remain in this
Entanglement of LOVE forever
For this life-time at least

Beyond the time we are born
After the time we will die
You and I have something
A bond, a connection
Otherwise why so much of
LOVE attachment



I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
What is a feeling
And where does it come from
Is it a vibration
From the earth of your being
Or a joyous image
Of leaking tears
Is it a ping
In cerebral engine
Or a sting off psychic mirror
Is it a continuum of living signs
Or a spectrum of ancestral mines
Whatever it is
Two things are sure
Once it is owned or disowned
It never leaves you alone.
Fitted snug o’er the ageless trunk, ever-young beneath time’s rings,
Pitted bark a woody blanket, wrapt round the stalk of sylvan slumber,
Guarding ‘gainst the bitter cold following the dusk towards autumn’s end,
While, head rested upon moonlight’s tender pillow, the tree begins to dream.

Nightmares of axes and termites and rot,
Memories of thirst-slaking rains, rich earth, and warm sunbeams,
Fantasies of laughing fruit and dancing roots and singing soil,
As only a tree could ever dream.

Nostalgia for the shadows of elder trees once gone before,
Visions of aurorae, sun showers, and shooting stars,
Hope of lasting harmony, unassailable arboreal peace,
As only a tree could ever dream.
The first line is taken from another poem of mine, "Lauds Arboreal": https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2206491/lauds-arboreal/
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