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Look up

I look up at the sky

to read its vastness

and depth

the azure background

is the aesthetics

i dream to pursue

i look up to the sky

to chase

the sun’s glory

the red-hot feeling

i look up to the sky

to chase the sacredness

of the clouds

the spirit of innocence

propitiousness

i look up to the sky

to understand its calm and quiet

the sublime freedom

i look up to the sky

to feel its intrepidity

the fearless spirit

to drive out the darkness

and thunder.

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Precious

Time is like a wisp of smoke

it goes from dense

to thin and then

as if it will be gone

in the next second

time is like a glass of juice

from thick

to weak

more to less

as if it will disappear

after another sip

time is like a book

from beginning

to end

as if it will be over

in the next page

time is like a movie

from long

to short and soon

it will be though in a glance

time can dilute everything

time can prove everything

change everything

heal everything

make you forget

everything.

 

 

 

A midsummer afternoon

A shaft of sunshine

passes through a crack in the curtain

and hits the computer screen

the whole world is dazzling

and burning

a cup of tea lingers

in the mood of the room

no words

just the blunt sound of ventilator

stubborn.

Desk fan

Round after round

it keeps running

driving out hotness

sending in coolness

this is its bounden duty

round after round

it keeps running

dedicated

regardless of whether

the owner is awake or asleep

it keeps running

repeatedly drawing

the circular dream

of summer.

 

Rainbow

Someone used a brush

painted a beautiful picture

in the vast vast sky

the strokes are simple

just a few arcs

yet magnificent

the sky has gained colors

and become calmer

when people see this ethereal beauty

they are bound to feel

inexplicable touchingness.

Your name

It has a kind of magic

that catches my eyes

because this is your name

just like a beautiful dream

it gives off a sweet bouquet

a kind of intoxication

that makes me close my eyes

when i open my eyes

i vaguely see

your long flowing hair

i hear

your cheerful laughter

your name is just so

magical.

 

 

A walk on the beach

Nightfall is quiet

breeze is light

the vast sky stained with blue and gray

peace is far-reaching

not much clouds

nor stars

i look up and count

only three

and also a flying aircraft

crossing the sky

passing those stars

ocean is calm

just a ripplet in sight

distant high-rise neon

reflected on the water

phantom of the ocean

billows in the wind

padestrians on the coast

muttering

no babel of the day

sound waves seem to be

shrouded in duskiness.

 

 

 

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