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English is not my mother tongue.
When November sleeps tight
To wonder about things that seems silly yet memorable
To think of those who have in deliberate hurt us
To put a plastic smile to avoid recalling those hurtful words that we would never forget
To pass the point where “forgiveness” heals things
The memories haunt us
When stories and places are used to justify meaningless and cruel acts
We are hurt yet we continue
To remain about the flood of warmth in cold days
To think about “their sparkling eyes”
To indulge ourselves in a lifetime of memories
We are unable to move on
When we purposely discard the flow of thoughts and look back whole time passing by
We are surprised
To sink deeply in the ocean of solitude
To feel the tears burnt from the back of eyes and soon dancing upon cheeks
To see how quickly people transform without any notice
To realize our heart pound wildly for a hopeful change of ourselves for a long time
Seem like it’s the hardest thing to reach ever, leading to this moment full of loneliness.
When you get through the forcefully storm approaching your life
To catch a new beginning after end like the butterfly flitting around in the sky
To sniff the smell of the air as chance still there, waiting you to come closely
To fly high through the dark night, where comes surprisingly the single ray of sunshine.
To taste the success bit so sweet inside the failure
It’s when things seem worst that you must not slip away yet turn around to face.