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Windowsill

First prize

and compliment

a piece of golden

fallen leaf

softly drifting

into the dainty domicile

over time

autumn will climb

up these chalky walls.

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Grass

Soft shades of green

cold breaths of breeze

drive away every minute of

summer heat.

Perhaps

Standing at the heart

of a river

looking forward to a snowflake dawn

touching the cheek of reed

more awake than the breeze

the stars drifting

all over the sky

quelling the fear of falling asleep

the riverbank quiet as a cat

fireflies journey to another

bright spot

the lost corners

time has changed them

like paint

memory has shifted

their places

like wheels

perhaps.

Open mind

Silently

i sit at my desk

write down the draft of an idea

with a pen

words come together

in the soul

express my sincerity

write it out not just to show it

gently i

stretch my mind

engrave my heart with a message

of springtime

the word is alive

the work is the perfect embodiment

it lets life continue

create many tales and legends

and revive a spendid culture

writing

persistence is best practice

the pen and ink will naturally release

sweetness

transcendence of life

comes from a constant faith

just at the moment

when thoughts are open.

Wheat field

Holding memories firm

in the left hand

standing with me

the warm wheat field

on the remote wild green edge

crowd of rain clouds

with a hot sun painted

in the heart

line of hope

cuts a trembling arm

mutter of pigeons

scattered around the wheat field

patience

teaches me to respect

and sing

for the growers.

 

Summer

Virescent grass

dressed up in the hot summer

beautiful

puts a colorful coat on the land

radiant flowers

golden corn

a blazing friendship.

 

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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