A Brief Discussion While Crossing Rooms (Original)
There are three doors that live in my chest -
the places that I've come to love the most,
and where the dirt and rust of ages holds no power.
When I light the sullen room -
bathed in tepid golden hue -
I stand stuck in thought - which door to choose?
Sideways spinning up towards noon
I cannot recall what words we'd said
and of my pain, only sentiment.
Buried here is my hurt in regret -
where flowers are welcomed -
never too long and only for a visit.
Here is where the lion's share goes -
revisiting memories entombed in thin clear film -
movies that carry on behind your eyes.
I hardly ever leave this room -
I barely never say your name -
cowardly, I seduce the past.
When my doubt was firmly behind me
instead of in front, as it usually goes -
I moved like rockets punching holes in the sky.
I leapt like a madman given new life -
I balked at the groovy desperate human being -
I danced like fire with the patience of soft rain -
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What I love, I do not know today. I do not have any wish or not. It is astonishing that sometimes, when I wake up in the deep night, I hear the voice of the unreal, I see the mythical scene. Break the silence of the night and roar in my ears, There is no sea on the back.
If I do not have the moon in the sky and I see the full moon, I can recognize every star in the sky in the clouds. And on some other days, when a well-lit air is heard, first you can hear the name of a musical instrument, a beautiful melody, then whoever sings sweet melody more than the birds of the dawn
Do not think we're floating in the sea at night,
A melodious tune to flutter in the lake, so that
I can talk whispered with you ......
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Which door to choose?
An endless question till to ask as long as we breath with heart -
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