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Chlorophyll

Jade

trees

emerald

green

encircles

the lake

resounding

fragrances

noises

of nature

across

the treetops

against

the sunshine.

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Moon-viewing, Tsukimi

Mid autumn

a varicolored season

another passionate festival

chrysanthemums in the courtyard

fragrance beneath the moon

wild leaves

clear winds

delicate clouds

profuse feelings

beautiful crowds

counting stars

in long autumn dream.

 

Silhouette

Silver

filigree

under the trellis

like a girl

peeking through the latticework

of night

shyly

it makes me think

of something

stone bench in the park

a little cold and dusty

a pair of lovers

sitting next to each other

the moment is

protected

what should be happening

what should not have happened

veiled in shadows

wilfully

vaunted

where lights congregate

there is no dark night

galaxy exists

in the eyes

of those who look

up high.

Lighthouse

Look

the foothills that depend

on the ocean

in the distance

there’s a lighthouse

solitary

standing

there

the lighthouse

always quietly

looking at the sea

proffers

navigation

the lighthouse

not at all extravagant

it desires nothing

expects nothing

it’s just

always quietly

there

just like a sentinel

the lighthouse

it’s selflessness

guiding the progress

of sailors

a beacon of hope

illuminating the dark

dark road

in fact

the lighthouse is not alone

because

there’s the skies so vast

limitless

unending seas

and seabirds that pause

on its shoulder

from time to time

look

up at the untold stars

together

untethered.

 

 

 

Mid autumn

The moon

is round

in the woods

sound

of homing birds

melodies

of saxophone

through flower-filled

moonlight

i see you again

that layer of secret

shining crystals

fall on the banyan tree

infinite fright

yet tenderness

in the night.

 

Hours

The wind

on the windowsill

opens my diary book

pieces of paper

record the past

words old and new

are my treasure

slim pencil tip

starts its beautiful movement

again

every few drinks

always bring me

inspiration and desire

to lift a pencil

for me to put every

ordinary thing

into a poem

light-hearted words in love

with casual hours.

 

 

Anticipation

Waiting

a quiet moment

in this moment

don’t always hurry

toward the distance

poetry

the cultivation

of exquisite fruits and flowers

sniffing

the colors and fragrance

of the garden

eyes closed

looking back

momentarily

everything’s changing

surprisingly

from oceans to fields

clouds and clarity

the best things

like seeds quietly

lurking

in the meadow our hearts

anticipating

an opportunity

to take root, shoot and bloom.

 

 

 

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