Why does the red tulip float?
Why does the flower shine through the window?
The warm breeze shrinks the breathtaking green.
Can't smell a flower, through a cold window.

Springs grow like warm breezes.
Courage, awakening, and blushing in the springtime,
All blossoms show strong, blooming red flowers.

God, such brilliance!

Never smell a tulip through a closed door,

Flower calmly like cotton clouds floating in the sky,
The sun paints red tulips, with an artistic brush,
Red flowers shake like misty sunrises.

Flowering warmly,
The small life calmly desires the clouds.
And reaches for the sky,
Blushing like a shy girl.


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The night has gone,
All red the morning comes, like a candle flame rising in the sky,
A pleasure to see,

Thinking of last night's foggy thoughts,
Flying through the air,
Like bluebirds singing songs to the dawn of a new day,

Unsure if this is life or but a dream,

God! what a beautiful site to see,
The sunrise,
The birth of a new day,

A wonderful life,
A beautiful day.

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Looking over the horizon of a dreamscape,
I meet invisible ghosts in every dream,

Sometimes awake I dream of princess's and queens,
Dressed in blue and red standing at the ocean's edge,
White sand below their feet,

Beckoning me,
Come closer,
For pleasures to see,

All my hurt behind of me,
In whose heart will I be?

A warm breeze blows in the late night,
I kneel down before the ****** queen,

A lost man from the West,
Forgets ever going home again.

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Serious, but can this be only a dream?
Lost my way,
Traveling to another country, far to the East,

Tired when awake,
Dreams brighten my nights,
Flying above oceans and seas,

I see giant ships, like turtles floating in a ****** red mist,
Graves behind a rippling mirror,
Of heroes and villains thousands of years past,

Alone! And in a prison heroes are,
Until called upon,
To defend a country, against overwhelming odds.

"Your Highness, I still have twelve battleships."
-Admiral Yi Sun-sin

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Finding that memory,
A memory misplaced in space and time,
Only a memory that a cold winter wind can bring.

Is like finding a ring of diamonds and gold,
In a white veil of snow,
So breathtaking, sends chills down my spine.

Feelings inside me, rise up from my Soul,
Love beyond space and time can never end.

Growing old alone is cold, my friend.

I breathe poems for you out of thin air,
From impossible dreams, come impossible words.

Who's arms are holding you now?

If I truly loved you,
I will smile at finding a memory,
Made out of diamonds and gold. 


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A quiet rainy morning,
Hiding in a misty dream,

Memories in a gray light,
After how many dreams?

A dark day filled with tears,
Missed my chance,

I dream of a dazzling country,
Oh help!,  My inspiration has left me,

Trying to remember my impossible past,
An old passport never used, hiding inside my desk,

Misty dreams in a dark light,
Too many years with cold tears.


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