Sweet Truths

Though clouds are white today.

Birds cannot fly high to other skies, 

So they believe it never existed

But both weaker and stronger exists,

They will contrive like mad.

When we are cold and blue

We can enjoy the heaviest snow.

 

A heart that is as good as gold

The world may not see but someone can.

Good is beautiful, but beautiful is not good.

The child in us is alive, but the abstract changed.

Dear complex, it’s hard to be simple.

We don’t need candles to see sunshine.

We are bigger than how much we can love.

 

We don’t hate raindrops.

We hate that we are like a rainy day.

The charm of white lilies and pink roses.

Maybe a crying balloon for someone.

A small cherry and a lonely big sky can feel.

If we can love both blue and red

We can hate becoming purple.

 

A stroke can start a painter’s love.

A chain of sounds with musicians' love.

A poet’s love can begin with a metaphor.

They are as big as our imagination.

They loved ... so lived, and someone died alive.

The best photo of a person may be a dupe

And a sweet truth can be a bitter lie.