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Archive for July, 2019

Summer wind

Summer wind

a hint of green turf

a touch of cycling time

bedecks every colored dream

standing under the stars

is you

like melodious symphony

it sounds so beautiful

when the wind blows

the plum blossom is your breath

when you smile

it’s the trace of a meteor

across the sky

silent but

it looks so beautiful.

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Everywhere

Poetry is all around

if you look for it

it’s around

it’s everywhere

if you calm yourself down

poetry is where

you can and cannot see

like the gentle breeze in the drizzle

like fallen leaves in the green wheat field

like burning bonfire in the evening glow

poetry is in the bits and pieces of life

a lover

a white dress

a red rose

a parting platform

a blue box

a green compartment

a quiet coffee shop

a round table

a soft chair

it’s in the infinite nature

vast grasslands

galloping horses

flocks of sheep

overlapping mountains

winding roads and rivers

it’s in a calm lake

a pink lotus

a silver ripple

it’s in the forest of dream

thousands of peach blossoms

thousands of viridescent

leaves.

 

Little road

Little road

light green

and lush

on both sides

trees and shrubs

summer sunshine

through the foliage

like the sprinkling

of a handful of golden petals

quiet road

little traffic

i happened to pass by

it’s love at first sight

from that day on

i often go back

and forth

when i’m happy

i sing to the trees

the birds

dear little road

thank you

for a lovely summer.

 

 

A good day

The sun and moon

connected

time stacked up like a tome

a tall wall

a steep slope

in the days consitituted

momentarily

have is a beautiful verb

the main theme of the day

having loved, cared, fought

chased, dreamed, sought

in days ordinary that we have

ordinary like pacing

in a garden of leisure

or bottles of

oil, salt, sauce and vinegar

or poetry

the same day has been colorful

enriched by mutilcolored ways

of experience

of a good day.

 

In the garden

Morning

opens the door

the vegetable garden waking up

chives, cucumbers and beans

sprouts and seedings breaking

through the floor

a few sunflowers

they shake off yesterday’s thoughts

the earthy aroma

conveys joy and eacstasy

a rabbit touches bliss

with the sweet-scented branches

of tea olives

in the depths of fragrance

ducks and chicken

chasing each other

an elegant circle

of the kitchen garden

a half red half green

dream

i spread the seeds

of freedom

let them be portentous

let them be languorous

the breeze

of the four seasons

picks up the fallen lyrics on the ground

a group of light clouds write down

high and low notes

the children sing

of the scintillating years

and the long lost fervor

of the soul.

 

 

 

 

Lotus in the storm

Dancing in the wind

and rain

the gray sky falls down

like a kite with a broken string

drifting like duckweeds

into the distant

horizon

the river rising

waves swelling

diffuse into the contours of the city

in that moment

we see the greatness

of life

like a candle floating in darkness

skyscrapers restless

breathing heavily

in the night

the lotus in the storm

the solitary lotus

swinging free

as it always has been

in the clarity

of time.

 

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