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“In the quiet river bathed with sunset, memories become lanterns in the heart. Those days float as laughters of light, tender, holding cups of warmth. You may wonder, what memories are. They are the keeper of forgotten days, holding the scent of yesteryears, long gone. As sunset kisses the river, there fly the memories, the melodies, the forgotten songs. It is time to tell that beauty isn't always loud to speak of power. Sometimes, it is tender, sometimes it is quiet, yet, echoes all around.”

“To the ocean in thy soul, the world is a tiny well. Joy has waned in the dying of sun, for your mouth has uttered, one last time. The world seems a desert now, And every thrush has lost its song. All that remains are echoes over sands, And the night weeps for its gem of pearl. O Beloved, you, the candle in the silent dark, Your eyes have closed, and light has gone, And all that remains are my sighs and verses. The earth, once full of scented blossoms, Is now only a desert. All I see, an oasis of memories. This heart of mine, once drunk of love, now only drinks of memories. Thy scent of soul, in my heart, sleeps, There it is, a flower of those years.”

“Let me be the way I'm born to be, writing love letters to the sea, in the quiet weaving of memories, making flowers of all that remains. Let me be the way I'm born to be, drunken with ecstasy, unfurled freshly, for had I not known what agony is, I would have stayed furled as a bud in deep. Let me be the way I'm born to be, the lover of serenity, for had I not left the crowds of people, I would have never known what solitude truly is. Let me be the way I'm born to be, the solitary soul, aware, awake, and playful with life.”

“The dandelion, a wild yellow blossom, a splash of pure gold, holds a story untold. It is a sun in the grass, holding joy and youth, in full bloom, opening in cracks. Then comes the time for change, and it becomes the white seedhead, the moon, a moment of ripeness and reflection. Then the dandelion breaks to be windblown seeds, the stars scattered across the sky. This is the story of ultimate transformation, where seeds break loose to begin their own journeys anew elsewhere. From seed to a flower and seed again.”

“When torment tears me inside, And I sense autumn as a melancholic rain, There I wonder, what shall I do with the grief so dense? So I say to this soul of mine, This earth I love, will reveal new pathways. And so I open as a flower in the scent of rain, Make music out of memories that remain. I climb to the peaks, kissing the sky, Longing to speak of the strength they hold, I rush to the rivers, melodious in flow, And sense music in the ripples, when wild winds blow. I search for the stars when the night spread over earth, Unafraid of dark, looking up at the sky. When morning laughs lazily over the meadows, The daffodils I watch, spreading gold on the fields. When time rolls by and sunset kisses the sky, I fill my soul with the cup of crimson. When night steals the earth, and darkness comes down, The memories I weave, into the flowers of light.”