'I wish my words made of dust
Just disappear after spoken'

But Dear,
It comes within your heart
It reflects you
It determines you

'I wish my words made of ashes
Just gone as the wind's blowing
No hurts, pain, neglect nor regrets remaining'

But Sweetheart,
That's the way you care, you love, and how you treat people

'What if I choose silence? '

Oh my Darling,
You're not Buddha
Look at the mirror
She is a good woman
The world always needs her sweet words



April13, 08.19