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August 09 FloraFlora:
Not knowing the reason why we met at the specific time and in such tiny place; Not even notice the hesitation in your eyes when you took the black soup I offered the first time we began to contact. But it is settled like this, it might be fate.
Then you began to be around my life: common room, pub and in corners of heart where my sorrow lies. Not Plato or Aristotle you acted like, but like Flora that warth and aroma come from inside. You never tell me what is right, but rather, with love and respect, allow me to think for myself what might be the right thing to do.
Thank you for your encouragement and support all the way, even though a mere 'thank you' might not be enough to express my gratitude. Below is the poem you dedicated to me which I cited without your consent, for I intended to do so to let your care spread to whomever in need of light.
"A Special Person" A special person sacrifices things that matter... to succed in others! A special person is usually alone- for others cannot see in the world what she can... Others are not as brave as a special person- to go out and say that the earth is round in a time that everyone believes is flat only to be proven correct after life... A special person fights for she sees things beforehand and acts upon them! Others are afraid of a special person... for she cannot be controled by any means they are familiar with... Afraid that she will leave them- for one day she will see how special she is and she will seek a similar person... in their minds... But all she wants will be to share her special knowledge. A special person has the gift of expressing herself in a creative way, so she can be understood by someone out there in the entire universe... even if noone reads what she wrote... and Min , always remember, a special person may loose a lot of battles in her life but at the end, she wins the war. I know it hurts, and I don't think thats right! But as a special person I will fight...! But, at the end it will be proven that the reason for it, was to give to the rest that special gift...! That's what a special person does... Gives special gifts to others... But she must realise that they may or may not accept them... for everyone is different in their time.. People will love you for what you are, and will want to take it away, for this is how people are... Do not give them your strenght all at once. Always take care of you, and they will follow!!! for they need this special person or else all they ll ever be is shallow... Dedicated to my Dear Min, the first person ever to read and understand one of my poems... |
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