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Have I shut

so many doors

that were kept

opened for me?

Yet to those doors

that were opened,

were they really

for the best indeed?

Stifled,

gasping for air,

I clawed

for release

and for even

just a breath of

fresh air,

I’ll do it

I’ll close them doors,

or just one more,

if I could just

have me back.

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Perhaps it has all along

been written in the sky

of the story of us —

hidden behind the

fluffy white clouds,

the stars have seen

long before they play out -

A story of destiny,

from the beginning

to the end.

Yet what happened between

us when a supposedly

beautiful story ended up

into one that is nothing

but unfinished business?

Regrets

Min L.

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Maybe one day

I’ll stop seeing you

in my dreams

because it is

the day where

you and I are

together, for real.

Min L.

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• Wonder •

It never ceases

to make me wonder

why do we ever

think of us so little

of wonders,

when all along

we have whatever

that we need

to create wonders.

Min L

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Perhaps it was the way

how the blacks showed up

and covered the blues in the sky,

that reminded me of curtains drawn

when a performance is over.

The sadness lingers in my root

deepens at the thought of our

swan song and the curtains, drawn.

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Distant Fall

On a sunny early afternoon, I left my abode And found myself taking a slender road The road was long and tiresome to cross And also an uneven one inhabited by moss.

Suddenly I saw a construct so fine Which was a wooden bench as old as time

Little by little as I went a lot nearer  It looked somewhat known and smelt familiar I remember myself being in here To forget agony and to throw all fear It was you who I sat with my dear On this bench, now I remember it all clear.  

We exchanged some thoughts with smile And forgot the rest, perhaps for a while

Now it is a memory which I hardly recall Spent on a fine afternoon of a distant fall.

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You are not

a mistake;

never was,

never will be.

What you are,

however, is -

You are one

in a million.

You are special.

• One in a Million •

Min L

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• Eyes like Stars - Yours •

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Magic keeps hope and all alive. Dream, breathe, and live magic. • The LightWorker • A Poetry 🤍 #linkinbio https://www.instagram.com/p/CcMoFk-pyco/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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• Five Years Ago •

A Poetry 🤍

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