In My Dream

In the land of far, far away
There were plentiful of wild green grasses;
There was a river;
There was a perfectly round orange sun,
rising and setting in the far east and west;
There were silver white cranes,
which sometimes flew over the roof of our home;
There were dark gray clouds and,
the exciting sound of the heavy rain rushing towards where you are;
There was a thin film of fog at the horizon, in the early mornings;
There were dews shining while hanging on the spider webs;
There were warm sun rays bouncing off the dancing lake;
There was a strong fragrant of a flower Jasmine;
There were kites fighting in the cheerful blue sky;
There was a never tiring hot sun;
as well as the patches of shades which protected us from the bright hot sun.
No matter how hot and tiring the day went by;
There always were a smell of freshly gushing in the cool nightly breeze;
and the music that entertain and sooth the blisters of life;
the time to escape from reality;
with the unknown singers and guitar players performing
to the unknown audiences.
In the still of the night;
In the still of memories;
In the still of my dreams.

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Great Buildings

Every building has a foundation. Without a strong foundation, they will fall accordingly to their innate properties. For a nation, a strong foundation is infrastructures, a good chunk of well to do middle class, education and health care. For a family, a strong foundation is the sacrifice of parenting. For a person, a strong foundation is being intelligent and honest.

The glamor of the building is the architectural design. A unique design that can cater the need of specific purpose is the root of the success. For a nation, a capable leader is the rightful architecture of the country. For a family, well laid out financial plan is a great architecture. For a person, a clear vision is the architect of life.

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Gone with the Wind

That is the book which was read so preciously in life. Reading only one page a day, there was an obsession that is afraid to reach the end so soon. While cherishing each page and looking forward to the next page, eventually, it has to reach an end sadly. Lately, there were cravings to read that book again but with this full life schedule, where to find the time?

The wishes for a peaceful, very respectful, woman has seemed to be gone with the wind. Sometimes, there exist a wish to have a seeing eye which can stretch beyond one life span just to feel satisfy and justified to certain wrong doings.

The only time to stretch free thoughts randomly have been gone with the wind for ever demanding progressive life measures. What else more would need to give into that wind to be gone --- It would be lovely to know the limits yet I treasure infinite values.

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