He's the Summer.
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He’s the summer to all my winter nights.
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The days could get colder and frosty
The nights could get far longer and darker.
The distance would be greater than ever.
The time would be different.
But the memories wouldn’t fade away.
The faces would be remembered as smiling.
Could be a good reason to stay a bit longer,
But that’s not what’s meant to be.
The life ahead…
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The songs
When I listen to a song,
I somehow live it
Its like I'm feel it drowning me in its melody,
into another world, full of mystry.
With every song there is a different world,
Some feels like floating while some like drowing in hurt.
Some are rather warm while some cold,
Some feel shy, some rather bold
I imagine a ghost of a face helding emotions of the song,
I imagine the movement of its lips, how it forms words,
How the image is clearly unclear is rather absurd.
And to name that face feels mysteriously wrong...
I spy it's naked eyes,
What feelings it helds,
Is it vulnerability, anger or revenge,
Is it happiness, peace or strength.
I somehow how feel what the song feel,
Whether it is the weight of world on shoulder that makes on kneel,
I feel the effect of the words spoken on me,
Its like a second nature so i let it be,
To listen the unheard,
Feel the anguish of suffered,
See the hinden secrets behind the rhythm,
All the problems being overcomed.
I cry their tears and laugh their joy,
I observe it like a baby, observing it's new toy,
I feel the flutter of love in stomach
I feel the rush of the blush making one duck,
I rest in their peace and caress
I dance in their carefree funkiness
I partake in the battle they have raging on
I Also sense the squeezing of heart by the gone
Like a lover embracing it's Loved one,
I embrace it to my heart, leaving space for none,
Its just i live the song i listen,
I feel the song i listen.
Juls
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After That Night
By fate or by fortune
Our solitary paths have crossed
intersecting, never again reconvening
And though it was a fleeting moment
like two drifting ships under the clear night sky
I carry with me the memory
transient and ephemeral, becomes
everlasting in my mind
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Is it really YOU ?
Is it really YOU ?
Sitting on the rooftop
Thinking of you
Losing my consciousness again
Is this the illusion of every moment
My heart keeps hurting
I’m not sad, just tired of you
I thought you might come
See, What have I become
I feel like I’m being dragged by something
Those eyes are the one thing
But you get lost
Every time I look for you
My heart tells me to find you once again
It’s just my illusion…
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