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Consciousness

In a corner

of a residential building

transparent glass

glistening gold

there’s a vending machine

that can scan codes

chock full of items

strange wrappers

eerily unpeopled

hubbub on weekdays

the stress

sometimes makes me feel morose

throwing caution to the winds

back in the harbor of home

drinking a can of grass jelly tea

getting a good sleep

away from the bustling crowds

reading a chapter of dream

listening to the heartbeat

in the tranquility of this little woodland

after the traverse

of the whizzing zepher

bringing the newsletter of the April shower

i see the pleated thoughts

gleaming in the encephalon.

 

 

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Sunny day after rain

I love the sunny day

after the rain

blue skies embellished

with some white clouds

the sun

is like a girl who just left the arbor

gently walking out

from that obscure corner

the diffident daylight

enshrouds my body

like a quilt in the winter

it warms my heart and spine

my nerves and mind

just fine.

 

 

 

Sunrise

Accidentally

break into

memories

push that door open

years of deposited dust

invades the nose

inhaled into the lungs

the resulting cough

causes more particles

to swirl

to twirl

in front of the window

why can’t i get out

even if the doors and windows open wide

even if the roof leaks

even if the limbs are free

but i

just can’t get out

in the morning light

i see you through

the dewdrop

carrying hope

a sacred glow

a pure sunrise

that is all

mine.

 

 

 

Springtime

I love springtime

because everything

is reviving

because

vibrancy of

thousands of colors

because

a new beginning

springtime

a symbol of vigor

springtime

the dawn of dreams

walking in the field

of vivacity

the scent of revitalization

is intoxicating

springtime

i am ready

because

hope.

 

 

 

Silent days

Silent days

silent like

footsteps of the season flowing outside

the window

grown accustomed to

silent time

a soft heart

folded into butterfly

perched in the depths

of years

remembering

an aftertaste

gentle

and silent.

 

Paradisiacal

Life is like a song

full of joy and music

in addition to everything

there’s a whole nother world

where there’s whispers of seagulls

blue skies

and sweeping clouds

wisps of sea breeze

sweet coconut grove

full of repose

full of fruit

the whistling of tidal wave

in the morning

the singing of aquatics

in the evening

periodically

walking on the beach

listening to the deep

movement of the briny

holding a glass of lemonade

holding the hand

of this beautiful lady

talking and laughing

singing that untiring

unceasing song

of happiness.

Relearn thyself

Tender green

in the beginning

matures in time

the deep, shallow, thick and light

catalogued on various layers and levels

filling the bookshelf

of spring

any kind of green

contains a detailed introduction

the origin, the survival, the development

of a species

including food, clothing, shelter, love and life

future and dreams

open your own title page in the spring

you’ll find some words old and lost

in a corner of time

some words have gone far

leaving their bodies behind

traveling out in the universe

some words gentle as a kitten

lying on the windowsill

of spring

watching flowers bloom and grow

some words wide awake

sleepless in the night

the chapter on love and life?

i flip through the pages

beyond recognition

the original soul

covered in earthly dust

on flying?

dream and reality contest

in the stormy skies

love interpreting a beautiful myth amidst

a messy life

i don’t really know myself anymore

the ache of every word

is enough to make my blood flow

into a river

words dead

buried in the soil of yesterday

words running

still on the road of life running

words now

have just been born inside the kernel

green

is an angel

conveying the power of spring

blood vessels swell

filled with hearty energy

words resurrected in thoughts

they blossom

into reddish peaches

whitish pears

and enthusiastic begonia

in the spring

i got to know myself again

life is a metabolic process

every new sunrise

is greeting from

a new beginning.

 

 

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