My Heart & Mind,
Blue birds without wings,
Silent without fear
I saw a monk smiling,
When Sun meets moon in the morning,
Like a submarine trying hard to float,
I saw pink but embraced blue
It was real and priceless,
Yet so vulnerable,
Aligned a smile with a teardrop,
Beautiful and hurtful
Rare but worthless,
For it went to waste,
That hidden treasure,
Not sighted nor felt,
So deep,
For it went to waste
Fate chose deadlocks,
The dying rose finally arose,
Dust became glitter,
Words to Melodies,
Needless to memorise,
What wasted,
The blooming rose never stops,
Dancing and singing,
Even when Sun meets moon
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