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Posts tagged ‘diary’

Touch

Eyes closed

sound of

the Himalayas

gurgling stream

beneath the night

stars

shining in the sky

interlaced with time

and latitude

the expansion

of infinite space

a lonely soul

swims in

noises

during the day

flow

of crowds

from north to south

the whirling world

after sex with a

random girl

this lost heart

is vast.

 

 

 

 

 

Cool down

The sky

cools down

it’s time

to take back your heart

from anxiety

read a book

write some poems

just revel

the sky

cools down

like routines

of tai chi

take a walk

smell the cinnamon

enjoy

the osmanthus

and many smiles

in autumn.

Depth of autumn

Cicada’s dream

drifting

gradiently

the rain intoxicating

the fruity winds

a song so maudlin

a season of

silence

monotonous loneliness

windows open

memory no longer

crazily growing

flow of water

from the fingertips

arbitrarily

locked door

is a forbidden language

unable to interpret

golden tide

of meandering wilderness

rises and falls

comes and goes

utterances

of the geese

unforgettable

red flying leaves

stain the hillside

in most beautiful moments

of sunset

in the reeds

across the river

a few waterfowl

standing around

remnants of dusk

but the one

from childhood

has flown

far

far away.

Through the windowpane

The sound of rain

ticking

this is the sound of time

walking

every drop of rain is love

sprinkling on the soil

quietly as love

the night sky

so impossibly high

stars are twinkling

whispering

quietly

a poem

an emotion

a sleepless thought.

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.

Outside the car window

Outside the car window

rain falling lightly

mist shrouding lines of trees

anxious car horn

urging the pace of spring

midnight

in a forlorn

hot pot restaurant

the warm smile

of the waiter

warm as cherry blossom

in the rain.

The kite

Listening
to the kite
telling
her story
in the lustrous sky
the swimming clouds
the aesthetic sunrise
and dusk
the spiritual moments
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