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One summer’s afternoon

One afternoon

while siesta-ers

are still napping

i hear the voice of the world

the roar of trucks on the road

a bird beckoning its lover

i sit quietly in the river of time

thinking of nothing

thinking not a thing

the sun

the moon

the stars

and even the universe

they are wandering in their respective track

i am too

in this afternoon

just sitting quietly

listening to the river of time

the flowing sound

thinking nothing

not a thing.



Science and art

are the same coin

one is on the front

one on the back

all scientific theories

at the root of it all are

but hypotheses

all artistic innovation needs


Honey bee

Chasing the footsteps of anthesis

trekking on a journey of fresh flowers

dancing with sweet hope amidst mountains and rivers

a dream sets sail in persistence

bees kissing beautiful fragrance

brewing honey with industriousness

the joy of harvest is ripplng

in the air

a frolicking elf

intrepreting the apprearance

of a happy life

in a flowery world.


When a wandering boat

sails into the harbor

its face will show

expressions of joy

but it knows

this is not the terminus


just a place to refuel

a place that cheers on the boat

to go further in the future

a place of rest

a home away from home.




A heavy rain

cleanses the earth and skies

then all is fine

i lean on a railing

breezy with an eyeful of bright freshness

trees and crops on the vast plains

become dazzling green

clusters of woods surrounding a village


in the distane there’s an egret

it flies past the top of the hills suddenly

the stops at the foot


the egret is in love

with this beautiful environment

reveling in this stunning scenery.

Her town

The gentle breeze blows

over your town

the sunlight pierces through the clouds

scattered on the road you used to walk

the cat prancing

ducks asleep on the water

birds crossing the light blue sky elegantly

a few yellow leaves

fell out of the palm of the tree

drifting freely

in the wind.


Original self

Some people

we brush by

and never meet again

along the road

of unlimited hope

the wind rises

makes things change

makes them more beautiful

may everything be

as beautiful as ever

may the soul of man

be simple and pure

and true to

the original self.


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