reflection of 11.11

people see their own reflection on the mirror.
 

some only want to see their beauty 
some avoid to see their uglyness
some won't even realize

to see our own reflection on the mirror
needs a wisdom & depth for certain
for self introspection
only very few do.

we better be the very few one,
dare to see our own bad side
and aware of it, to work on it.

arrogancy, ungrateful, shameless
these are things, which would only disgrace our Life.

i see my own reflection, my imperfection, and work on it.
i use we on the above sentences.

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beautiful minds

Rainy days
speak of no cloudy greys
looking forward to the destiny,
end of the end

Dawn leaves
with golden tears understood the joy
knowing the glory of life, falling, dying
and seeing wide

utopie ...
human race sees life's wisdom

My kind trees
do raise in mind for me
giving, silently crying to none
do live and shine

sparkling hearts are rare
somewhere we melt

anyer

emile s.

all photos : emile s.

 

 

destined

silence of silvery waves,

observed by the sickle moon at far

caressing waving a legato of one

... touched me gently shyly

stars and nebulae

singing circle of unknown

of but!        ... what i am?

lots of sand - lots of prejudice - such a waste to be - but then            ... who i am?

leave me! all alone.

that i do don't care.

pain me.

suffer me.

mesmerize me.

ought the hardest.

submissive string.

oh yes really do don't care

as one.

as whole.

the burden of one pure.

to that gasp the only one.

to feel.

oh falling stars

oh collapsing galaxies

oh ambitious, jealous dawn

oh passionate fragile love

therefore you will see me | you will see me then

to be the tree of falling leaves.

amed

emile s.

all photos : emile s

 

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long lost love

just had a long beautiful conversation with one person
a special one from years before. one who disappeared.

it was me who made her disappeared i guessed, 
but somehow... the hollow.
i hated her, i dismissed her.
 
now i got my peace back. we got our peace back.
not as lover anymore, but as a true-friend.

she said lovingly;
"true friend is rare. and to the museum you belong".
 
may bless of life decorate your life always, princess.
tenderly i kiss you.

emile s