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If
1+8=9
2+7=9
3+6=9
4+5=9
3+3+3=9
4+4+1=9
1+2+3+3=9
2+2+2+2+1=9­
1+1­+1+1+1+1+1+1+1=9

Is
1+2+4+8+16+....=-1
And would Zeno's paradoxes estimate value of infinite sum?

Different could be,
The way
The time
The space
The conscience
Towards the universal wholeness.
For the sympathetic joy
One could be anywhere
In between
The above

2.

Day by day, day by day, day by day
Day function lagged N+1*
Am sure you can’t think of an answer.
As I told you about him
You're blocking me from the calculus wind...

3.

You are walking and walking around...
The conversation is not over, not started.
I guess I told you he is my friend.
And don’t ask what this means...

4.
When I find myself feeling down,
and can't locate the epicenter of life,
when all energies have gone,
take a long breath,
a minutes, 2 minutes,
or 7/(n-1) minutes, when n <10,
outcomes vent to my expected emotions.
#Angel. XJ/ 06/03/2018
Can’t you believe in an apple-tree may not remember,
in spring how the fruits fell...
It blooms with persistent whiteness
And requires light after water —
 
To drink, and drink,
and drink in the life
And for the hundredth time, not to know that everything will pass.
I want to watch and admire
How an apple tree blossoms without memory!
 
Can’t you helping but imitate nature,
When it’s beautiful without embellishment...
As if for the last time — spring comes!
And you desires me— as if for the first time...
#Apple. Tree. #Spring
Forgive me.
Take the blame out of me.
Pull the shadows out of me.
Bail out the black.
Release the blank.

Forgive me.
Calm me down, so repentant.
Humiliate me, so small.
Convince me, so poor.
Adopt me, so yours.

Forgive me.
I'll sell out bitter.
I’ll forget the future.
I'll drop asleep.

Forgive me.
Out of me.
Out, please.
By Angel.XJ/28/02/2019
Who could tell
in short measures life may perfect be?
Would small percentage we just beauties see  
These were incense and flower fragrances at night
When the sky was twinkle fall at light
Is not fairer far in May,
A noble nature of a day
#Noble
My
sixth sense,
twisted,
butterflies in the tummy,
sparkles, flames and fires,
feelings of blossoming in spring.
Who made your cheeks turn to pink?
Who filled your eyes full of desire?
Who set your heart burning on fire?
Who could clarify to you, of these feelings, love or lust?
Where...
our bodies are drifting down
the blurry skies
Where....
moonlight dances merrily
reflecting us unseen.
Drawn to these pleasures,
of these feelings, love or lust?
By Angel. XJ/11/02/2019
Wouldn’t you believe
pigs might fly?
Wouldn’t you be aware,
there is a pair of tranquil but flying souls?
Surfing and cruising together with a solitude-minded, flying pig.
Across and within,
gently emerge with their burning hearts,
two solitude paths in one.
Wouldn’t it be a celebration of
silent rejoicing?
Nobody wonders that
it could take off
in a spring flight.
Wouldn’t it be able
to set a reunion destination?
Nobody knows:
their tranquil souls have
reasons
but won’t say and
we all know.
By Angel. XJ/08/02/2018
The snow fairies are leaving their home sky,
dancing and whirling in the misty air.
They jump and fly and crawl and creep,
melted into my eyelashes
Painted with silvery but sophisticated brushes,
Can’t help smiling,
to the wonder of snowflake world,
announced the first spring snow has fallen;
Sparkles in the sun,
but estimates a joy of discrete shines at the night.
By Angel. XJ/01/02/2019
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