a writer's monologue

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co-written with littlemaven

Decades of existence
Or call it by other name,
This much as we can say,
Neither years nor tears
Can wipe away our memoirs
With the wind of your words
Cascading in your waves like waterfalls,

We would never forget,
In more ways than one,
With your tainting paths,
Like the pavement itself,
Was captured behind it,
With your starry eyes and lovely soul--

There is no better way to move
The skies and the earth
The minds and the hearts
Of people and their souls
Than by writing what's true and
What's beautiful

There is no easier way of reaching
The stars and the moon
The depths of the ocean
The galaxy and beyond
Than by inking your thoughts
And etching it into parchments

There is no greater way of praising God,
Honoring one's faith
Waging war against the evil
And carrying the seraphs of heaven
Than by offering all glory and triumph
To His almighty name

More evidence that everything,
Lived inside you,
And we realized that,
Both the "what if" and the "almost",
That we seemed to have,
Were words that described how patient you are,
Those hardships--

Just a little longer,
To say you are the world,
Would certainly be an understatement.
We fear that your legacy,
Won't match ours,
No clusters of hope,
None ever shines,
All that is your cultivation
Shall be held on tight,

Our space is vague--
Engaged with uncertainties
But with pure love,
For when we look upon you,

We'd know that you're not just the world,
You are the Universe.



























happy teachers day to all the teachers around the world.

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