The Neighborhood Grass

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

—–

Here I firm stand, watching the neighbourhood grass

Seemingly ravishing and spoiling

What seems to never within the reach


Strike straight strong sense of self

Questioning the honour with full doubt

Of foggy unpromising the road taken


Here I blow prayer, the remaining stack of pride

For the neighbourhood grass is long believed greener

So, I’d rather tilted askew to the vision glittery

As the wiser told to love the mystery
To stop compare and full proud, 

Walk the road taken

—–

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you.


I could see how every sign, pointed straight to you

The Connection

Is there only one direction
Is there only right from wrong

——-

​If the taken road will lead me to the very soul, I dare not to disobey the rendered flow

If the scattered pieces mean to be gathered and completed by the missing puzzle, I bear the long awaited

The world is too much of a diverse noise; thus the soul dreamed connection the companion of the same simplicity; in seeing, in believing, in encouraging what mere to others but the world to self: words

There is only one direction

There is only right from wrong

Got to make the right connection, 

on my own

The Nymph Greatest Bless

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(When I saw you for the first time, I knew you were the one)

The Nymph endless star gazing
To the skies offer her real grasp of longing
For the Shepherd once vow her
Up above there his laugher

Who is to blame for her mourn?
For what she is incapable to borne
Left traces last longer and linger
Her palms kiss for a wish of glimpse

Dear Shepherd, for making my loads lighter through laugher, 93 miles to me within eyes blink. For knowing you the greatest bless not to be compared.”

(Love, I know that someday will soon
you’ll be right next to me)