“All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.”

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.

Lets build a happy little cloud. Lets build some happy little trees.

If clouds did not move how could we see the sun?

Don’t fear the clouds! The sun is ready to warm you up.

The first supermoon of the year comes with a lot of love even if it’s clouded by heartache for some.

Strength of mind rests in sobriety; for this keeps your reason unclouded by passion.