the bitter-sweet of reality

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if she glances the leaves would fall

if she smiles the birds would also smile

and when she hummed the grass would sway

her charm tempts the butterflies

her fragrance invited bees

she is the rose

growing in the wild bush

she possessed the beauty

that used as the decoy

to sell a momentary pleasure

filled her days with ecstasy

dedicate her life for money

sank so deep into contemptible

and hard to rise to the surface

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the winds of change are always blowing

changed the pleasure with regret

replace the ecstasy with pain

that occurred cannot be canceled

the beauty she possessed

cannot be used as the shields of sorrow

the bitter-sweet of reality has to swallowed

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– mei –

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a glorious sadness

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memories seeps through the veins
the sweet brings a smile
the bitter brings tears
that pronounced in the prayer
in a heartbreaking melody
with the hope to be materialized
tipped on the edge of exhaustion

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the days gone by
the year changed
waiting and hoping
the arrival of a loved one
through the summer and the fall
at the end remains the same
lonely and forgotten

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there is no difference
between empty and weightless
or lonely and forgotten
perhaps it’s a glorious sadness
for the efforts that been done
which the end will be the same
being lonely and forgotten

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“Mom… I promised you will never ever be put in a nursing home, God knows how much I  love you!”

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– mei –

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the gamble of love

the flavor of love
cradles the beauties
luring the pleasures
no reasons to be rejected
at the other side
disappointment shadowing
hopes shrouded by uncertainty
no signs of pain
no pictured of sadness

when love game begins
eyes were blind…, ears were deaf
vinegar tasted like wine
unwittingly shadowed by bitterness

her destiny was to be touched by the fingers of love
and created to sipped the wine of love
that always sweet at first
might be bitter at the end

she
that intoxicated by the poison of feeling
trapped in her love destiny

she
could become a hopeless drifter

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– mei –

she is a woman

smell the flower’s fragrant
you’ll know her scent

behold the beauty of butterfly
you’ll see her beauty

see the clear morning dew
you’ll see her tears

she is vulnerable as flower
she is fragile as butterfly
as fragile and vulnerable as her heart

listen to the sweet rhythm of a song
you’ll understand the meaning of her smile

watch the color of flower and butterfly
you’ll understand the color of women’s life

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– mei –

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