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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. Saturday, January 3, 2009. An elflike miniature tree. On a little pot it stood. A plot of arable land. Posted by Oak Dreamer at 10:15 AM.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. The Grass Story 草の物語. Sunday, March 1, 2009. Choose your biological parents? To be born with a silver spoon in your mouth? One analogous example would be, that we are like plants in nature. Rooted to one fix position on the soil. Do not even think of travelling because roots are not mobile human legs. Just accept the fate. You are born this way. You may be an unfortunate sapling born from a barren soil, stricken with lack of nutrients and minerals- poverty.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. Tuesday, January 13, 2009. Bloom in balls of threadlike petals. So fresh and sanguine. And so unlike the petulant leaves and thorny needles. That shun you and prick your fingers. Posted by Oak Dreamer at 9:19 PM.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. Sunday, January 4, 2009. The coconut trees swayed in the breeze. A many years ago, a daddy brought his little kid here to build a little mound of sandcastle, to kick the fallen coconut husks and to wade the shallow waters. The coconut trees swayed in the breeze. A many years later, an infatuated adolescent. S at on a faraway bench, with his blushing and smiling lover, watched the evening stars and the glittering sea. Posted by Oak Dreamer at 10:30 PM.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. Like the cactus do. The Grass Story 草の物語. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. I am amazed that a year ago, I was so "poetic" and "plant-ly". Perhaps my mindset was simpler, carefree-er, and happier back then. That part of me had been practically lost. Hence, revisiting this blog is more like satisfying my yearn for the feels of nostalgia, to dig up my old dreams, hopes that had been buried under the sand of time. I longed to be myself- the return to simplicity.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. Friday, January 2, 2009. Rolled blithely to the tip of the leaf. After a brief dalliance. It bade farewell to the greenery. A dimple was formed on the crystal water. Its ripple greeted the hyacinth. Posted by Oak Dreamer at 11:19 PM.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. Monday, January 26, 2009. Where I may be seen. In my monotonous colour of green. Not as colourful as the world you live in. And in comparison I seem so faltering. For I look fragilely flimsy and wispy. But looks can also be deceiving. Coz' I am more hardy than you think. Gales had failed to uproot me. Storms had yet to subdue me. Wild conflagration may destroy me. But I rose from the ashes like the fabled phoenix. I survived all natural's catastrophe. I am the grass .
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. The Grass Story 草の物語. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. Dwelled in the middle of the city park. He occupied his spot for so long. That he had become a prominent local landmark. His friends, those ancient machiya. Had since made way for the avant-garde skyscrapers. But he, every year without fail. Handsomely displayed his array of crimson flowers. Families sojourned the park. He fell sick on one fateful day. Gone were the leaves. Brittleness were the limbs of branches.
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Visit UrbanGoldMine.blogspot.com. The Grass Story 草の物語. Friday, February 27, 2009. The bounteous tangled vines. Transfigured a wall long forgotten. Burying a thousand years of memories in within . Posted by Oak Dreamer at 10:43 PM.