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The future sparks,
The past barks.

The horror of the unexpected illumination,
The fear of the unscheduled revelation,

The unchangeable fate 
That haunts through the night
Stays forever in the silent nights.

Written on 1 January 2016.
The Return of the Poetic Heart. 

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good-old-days

Good Old Days —
Sweet memories,
Great time,
Captured moments,
passed years.

Laughter,
Cry,
Hunger, and
Anger,
Nothing left but mourn,
Nothing lasts but change.

Screams,
Screams,
More S-cream-sss,

In the sea of time,
In the tide of growth,
Tired of the present,
Sick of thinking about future,

And therefore, wishing for the passed, again!

Merrily, merrily, merry;
Hopelessly, hopelessly, HOPELESS.

Good Old Days,
Slipped Old Days,
The always-perfect-old-days.

Written on 29 October 2013,
When everyone is talking about the good old days.

Stay awake to dream.

 

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