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Love dances all around us;

In the gentle breezy teasing the windchime,

In the remnant drop of yesterday's rain slumbering on leaves

Love enters our lives in unexpected ways;

Like sneaky fox silently creeping through the back door

Love sways around that unfinished puzzle that lies on the side of the living room,

And the sweet cake puffing in the oven.

Love snuggles itself into our beds on drowsy afternoons;

It waters the trees and talks to the plants.

Love escapes the lips in sounds of a hearty laughter;

And the melody of a mother's/lover's hum.

Love is like the scent of a rose in a rose garden,

Its fragrance permeates the air,

But it's also a scent in the sense that you can't smell it that easily.

You have to really look to feel it.

So look. Its everywhere.

~Sxn

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You're a painting with the most wonderful colours that exist.

You're a song with the most enchanting melody there ever was.

You're a poem with the most beautiful lines ever written.

You're a dance with the most entrancing rhythm one could imagine.

You're a story with the most heartbreaking chapters.

You're a sculpture with the most magnificent craftsmanship.

You're a mess but you're a unique mess of old treasures and perfect memories and poignant moments. You're one of a kind, one that has never existed before and will never exist after.

You're history in the making. You're love in human form, you're fear and courage, you're happiness and sorrow, you're creation and destruction, you're tranquility and rage.

You're uniquely you. Don't ever forget that.

~Sxn

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The Past

It's been months. I've grown, but the memories flash like a polaroid picture peeping through a diary. Sometimes I see your name somewhere, and my heart stops for a second.

I still have the gifts you gave me, I wish I could bring myself to let them go but like it or not, what's unchanging is that your past never fades.

I tried to be mature, but an ugly part of me still wishes I could go back in time so I could stop everything from happening because I still feel an emptiness. I still feel hurt. I still feel helpless that things couldn't be different because the past sometimes hurts.

I wish you happiness but I also hope that you smile tearfully when you hear my name for the truth is, past always happened.

But at the end of the day, life goes on, and we moved on, some bonds untie but if destiny would have it, there's more waiting for us and maybe that's a Deja Vu, I don't know. The past is a thread connected to our lifetime.

So I'll tread forward, I'll trust more, because the present is happiness and the future is hope, because

The past is bittersweet.

~Sxn

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Mid noon's Dance

If you're travelin' in the north country fair

Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline

Remember me to one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine

I place my cup of coffee on the table, my gramophone ready to start playing. I’d always been in love with the very look of the instrument and the feel it gave me. I set the needle on the vinyl and watch the grooves circle and play a song that fills the air. My body is in tune with the strumming and my legs begin moving ever so whimsically to the tune of the music.

One two three, one two three……

My feet glide, so does the vinyl. They twirl making me feel lighter than air, yet grounded to my roots, like the leaves on the trees yonder, dancing back and forth forming a canopy that lets gleams of sunlight perforate into the room.

The echoing melody of the strums takes me into a trance, dreams of bamboo hats on head, bell bottom jeans, tunes on the guitar, and countryside accents singing of first loves from long ago.

I imagine myself cavorting away in the arms of someone, in playful happy steps, sounds of laughter, loving eyes, and country-esque harmonica pulsing through my veins. There is something about the era of telephones, typewriters and poetic and passionate lyrics that make the present feel a little empty; somehow, we seem to be drawn to the past as though it's timeless.

The song mellows down and my heart beats faster by the blood rush. I sit down, picking up my coffee still humming to the rhythmic melodies of the song. And as the guitar plays, I sip my drink and listen to the enhancement the birds add to the song as the April breeze kisses my face.

~Sxn

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"I have always been fascinated by clouds. millions and millions of liters of water evaporated by a ball of burning gas billions of miles away that controls basically the entire earth's weather. most clouds are gigantic - some of the larger ones are about the size of cities and several times taller than Mount Everest.

"The average cloud has a more interesting life than most people. But most of the time we discard them with the generalized statement of "oh wow, look at the clouds, they look so pretty today". But you aren't a cloud. you are someone I actually give a shit about. even if you were someone who at first talked to me with the intention of changing a political opinion I can't even remember anymore. you were present somewhere in the back of my mind, occasionally popping up. you're probably the closest I've been to someone."

-S, your first email in a year

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I imagine driving back home after a bad day.

I imagine walking through the door and finding you in the couch, greeting me with the softest of smiles that makes all the blues disappear.

I imagine my face light up as I walk to you. You reach out and wrap me in your warm embrace and I know everything's gonna be okay.

I imagine sitting close to you and ranting about my day and you listen attentively, occasionally cracking a joke or two to make me laugh. You say its your favourite sound. I know you've known music that's far better.

I imagine seeing your face and thinking how lucky I am.

I imagine coming home to you.

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Autumn Romance

Our paths crossed on a late autumn evening,

You looked at me with a curiosity that made me wonder what’s so intriguing about me.

Your warm touch, your warm eyes had me feeling

Like someone wrapped a comfortable cover around me.

Our first conversation still is fresh in my mind five years later,

The way you spoke showed the love you had for life,

The little things that drew a smile across your face,

Had me smiling, unknowingly.

You were a fresh breath of air

That I hadn't felt for the longest time, and I admired how,

Every inch of your blood craved to learn every bit of the world

And that seemed to quench my thirst.

And so somehow, that day,

Much like the fiery autumn leaves that fell on the paths,

I fell in love with you.

~Sxn

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When I walked away last June, people asked me if I regretted us and I wondered whether I did but looking back on the last three years of our on and off, and our last year together especially, I think, perhaps I don't. If it hadn't been for you I wouldn't be who I am today, I wouldn't have learned all that I have so far. I'm glad you happened.

I do, though, want to know how different life would've been if I hadn't said yes to you in the library when you'd asked me if I wanted to be yours. Would we have yearned for each other from apart or would we have moved on early instead of going through all the pain that we did; the pain that I did.

I want to know how different life would've been if I'd been playing cards with the rest of our class instead of sitting alone holding hands in the benches with you at dawn during our trip.

I want to know how different it would've been if I wasn't yours when you told my best friend she was the reason the trip was worthwhile right in front of me. Would I have been indifferent to you or would it have hurt just the same?

I wonder if we'd still be friends or if we would've drifted apart knowing there was no future for us. That thought always haunted me.

But to be honest, I'm glad we're not friends. We couldn't have been. A part of me always knew that if you hadn't liked me like you did, if I wasn't someone you were attracted to, I'd be just another invisible, unimportant girl in your class. We would've never been friends because we were never meant to be friends. I'm glad we're not friends because it's easier to move on with my life now, without you in it. It's easier to look back and not feel pain but a happiness for a sweet and sour memory.

~Sxn

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Such are the words of a poet,

Beautiful and alluring;

Entwining words for our hearts

Like how stars align in the skies

This is snippet is dedicated to the people who always inspire me with their words

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I said, "It's easy to read a person by their poetry People's poems tell you a lot more than they themselves would usually want to let on."

He replied,

"Well, poems are metaphors, and metaphors are puzzles. I don't know how to solve puzzles, I just know how to make them."

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