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Day 140 in 2017

Saturday morning sunshine peeps through the rows of guardian trees, 

Smiling gently at you,

And assures you about great things that are coming to pass.

You ask yourself about the path you’re walking through; 

Why is it hidden among the guardian trees? 

How would  anyone see the path? 

Who would  walk the path? 

The sun replies quietly, “It’s not your call to think about it”

Yes, listen to the sun. 

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Day 127 in 2017

Five cars in a row and an umbrella 

Parked under the bombarding rain.

And I’m still waiting up here, selah

Everything gives way for the thunder and the rain, 

To scream and shout like an emotional fella,

Spluttering his heart out in vain, 

As none of us understand but thinking he needs a selah

To calm himself down like a peaceful terrain. 

O rain, when are you going to selah?
Five cars, an umbrella, and me still listen to you in uncertain. 

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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. 


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Day 122 in 2017

In the companionship of a triple-chocolate donut, a cup of jasmine tea, and a tropical sling bag, 

I found comfort and warmth. 

We’re having an easy conversation – the four of us, 

While passengers queue for the exit.
Tick tock, they’re dwindling…

So are the tea and the donut. 

Tick tock, we’re still waiting…