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Another day begins...
Before I met you...
The word sunrise meant the moon giving way to the sun...
Now sunrise is me waking up and thinking of you...
Come to think of it...
I live in a sunrise world...
For I think of you all day...
And then I dream of you at night...
The elevator doors closed after you walked in...
My soul and heart left me and went behind you..
Riding up in the same elevator...
I am walking away in the opposite direction...
While my mind and spirit run back to that elevator..
Hoping to catch up with you..
So it is just me now walking..
Soulless..
Maybe I should go back and stand by that elevator..
The door is bound to open again someday...
And I will wait to see you until then...
I was writing poetry on a piece of paper...
By candlelight...
The candle's flame extinguished itself...
The room became pitch dark...
After I lit the candle again...
I discovered the paper was blank...
As if the words had fled...
The poem was being written for you...
So perhaps the words and sonnets will reach your senses...
It happened so fast...
It was a poem of encouragement...
And admiration...
For you felt exhausted today...
But you never give up...
And that is why perhaps the poem went after you...
A poem about encouragement and resilience can for sure learn from you...
So the poem became the student...
As you are the role model for resilience and hard work...
I know the poem will be happy around you...
My paper is blank now...
Perhaps the words will come back someday...
If they do...
I will be happy and honored to hear and read about their adventures in your land...
I'm sure they will have a story to tell...
For life, resilience and hard work always go together...
This poet has no more stories tonight...
But he hopes this bedtime poem will bring you some happiness...
Or at least a smile...
Good night the poet says...
Until our words meet again...
Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion...
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year...
And I suppose that is right...
For everyday should be a celebration of the people in our life...
For they make our days brighter and sweeter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...
I had a dream last night...
I dreamed I was inside a violin...
I was just a speck of dust....
So the place looked cavernous and majestic...
Like a theater...
And I was the only spectator...
I witnessed the birth of musical notes...
The notes got together and  danced to the wind and the rhythm of the violin's bow...
And caressed the violin's strings...
Becoming a majestic melody...
I wish the notes would have taken me with them...
So I could have flown through the air...
And in to the soul of anyone who listened to the melody...
I woke up when the music ended...
More than a dream...
It was a symphony...
I keep thinking the world has two parallel dimensions..
One where you live, breath and touch..
It is what you see..
Another one is where your dreams are...
It is where you would like to be...
Sometimes those dimensions overlap..
And your dreams become a reality..
Or maybe we live in a dimension where everything is a dream...
And reality is an illusion..
Whatever the answer is...
I want to write poetry that will transcend both dimensions..
Poetry that will inspire readers to dream...
And dreamers to enjoy reality...
what is your dream?..
The calendar says you are a day older than yesterday...
I don't think that is true...
After all...
Calendars are just a piece of paper on the wall...
And calendars do not know anything about us humans...
You actually look younger than when I met you 11 years ago...
And that is because sweetness and resilience make people younger...
People who are always kind and always smile will never get old...
In fact, your smile will always look like that one of a teenager...
Wide and special, lighting up any room...
And your eyes will always be sweet and bright...
As if you were a 5 year old girl...
Mesmerized at the moon and the sky...
This is not a poem about calendars...
It is about you...
The only rose petal that will never age...
It just gets younger and younger...
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