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Day 305 in 2017

The afternoon sunbeam is blinding,

Would you be able to see through?

The new month is coming,

Would you like to see it through?


Day 221 in 2017

One would never thought that,

Something unexpectedly breathtaking,

Could come out of the shambles pot,

Confusing, yet mind blowing.

Day 215 in 2017

The glorious living painting speaks of itself.





It tones down the sun,

Who bombards the innocent morning,

With its intense light.

Welcome back, daylight!

Day 194 in 2017

Beauty may spring forth from the unlikely;

Never despise the dubious threshold, 

For it may promise life a new life, to unfold, 

The birth of the likely. 

Day 190 in 2017

Sunday rainy day,

Welcomes a giant hope 

Hidden in a minuscule bud

Of the darling frangipani,

Spring  forth to life,

Ready to face the world. 

Day 138 in 2017

Oh how I miss December,

When the warmth of love radiates my universe,

As the little lights shine through the entire house. 

The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning, 

As if surprises await around the corner, 

Waiting for me to chant my wish verse. 

The joy causes my life to arouse, 

In the festive days like Spring. 

Day 126 in 2017

Bright morning smiles gently, 

And you blossom timidly, 

In the corner of the garden, 

As if you just want to be hidden. 

Smile back at the kind morning, 

For it has so much to bring, 

To your seconds and minutes and hours.

Come out as who you are, beautiful flower. 

Day 103 in 2017

Come what may,

The only one who can stop you

Is you.

Not about how you feel,

Nor how others feel.

Get up and get going.

Come what may.

My doodling while supervising an exam.

Day 93 in 2017


We’ve sent some flowers on Sunday. 

To cheer the other

In any kind of weather.

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