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When a rain filters through my fingers

I do not get agitated for a lost rain

Because I know that I have an ocean in me

And the rains are bound to come back to me

As rivers, streams, floods, winds, clouds

And as the eternal sunshine of memories.

When a star dies out and leaves a bright hole

In my sky of remembrance, I do not fret

Because I know that I have thousand suns

Shining bright in the firmament of my mind

As words, dreams, pains, laughter and smiles

And as the never ending flow of meanings.

In the valley of bygone days no longer

Could I see butterflies fluttering around,

They have gone to the peaks of the present

Where thoughts and actions join sound

Future beckons like the moon light

Starving itself to brighten up round.

A fire still burns in my heart, in my soul

And in my body that flames up like forest

In spring leaving not even a blade of grass

Devoid of flowers and fragrance

And from this unquenchable fire

I breath the air of fiery imaginations.