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Sycamore

Warm,
warm sunshine,
a little room,
white curtains fluttering,
reflection of small yellow flowers,
in the glass window,
oh it’s summertime,
the yard’s full of flowers,
the sycamore tree blooming,
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The quiet life

Quietly,

building a quiet courtyard,

fence made from fragrant roses,

morning glories are,

the security locks,

some uninvited guests,

breaking in,

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What is life

Life is a song,

sometimes restless,

sometimes calm,

sometimes happy,

sometimes cute,

no matter what kind of melody it is,

it is immersive.

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Catkins

Catkins,

ethereal like fleeting thoughts,

hovering over all things,

lofty,

lustrous dews on flower buds,

suddenly a refreshing fragrance,

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Secret garden

Moonlight after rain,

bright and quiet,

written on a wet trail,

dazzling,

picking up a glowing pearl,

a stone like the night’s eye,

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Alone

Alone,

i see flowers,

opening up the old diary,

the language of it,

no longer fresh,

alone,

memories of the past,

looking back,

at every tree,

thoughts and longings galore,

branches and leaves,

always related to the seasons,

alone,

day or night,

a cup of tea,

a deep breath,

tasting the day,

bitter,

and yet,

still so sweet.

Rain of roses

What a quiet night outside,
the sound of a petal falling,
where are you my love.
Waking up slowly at dawn,
hearing,
a shout outside the window,
standing up quickly,
running to the window,
you’re sweating,
eyes burning,
standing in front of me,
my heart,
like a bird flying.
Moments later,
it begins to rain,
you and i,
running in the rain,
the backyard,
delicate flowers,
dark green grass,
cheering,
in the rain,
you and i,
hand in hand,
the raindrops,
falling on us,
dark clouds,
blotting out the sun,
you and i,
this is the moment,
the rain above us,
like roses,
the flowers on the ground,
like a celebrant,
a blessing,
for us.

Sakura

Sakura,
shattered fleeting years,
a piccolo,
sounding,
the longings,
on a street corner,
colorful leaves swirling,
scattered on a pond,
an old roof,
wind chimes hanging from the eaves,
a quiet,
silent recitation,
a ray of limber resentment,
the cherry blossoms,
the flowery path,
ikebana,
pouring,
a bay of flowong plains and maple leaves,
drifting,
feelings of tenderness,
the wistful sadness,
a modest love,
a love for the bygone days,
rain,
falling on the bookmark,
for a poetry,
it keeps falling.

Grasshopper

You love nature the most,
body covered in dazzling green,
you love to fly,
and live free,
you love the luxurious fragrant grass,
you love even more,
the sweetness and lusciousness,
of the flowers,
you bid farewell to the setting sun,
usher in the lovely charming moon,
You don’t fight for fame and fortune,
you don’t blame your status and place,
you never feel inferior,
because you know the art of self-love,
A small grasshopper,
longing for a better future,
you don’t wait in silence,
instead,
you spread your wings,

and take flight.

Imaginary Fantasy

A legend has no color,

the river of dreams,

in the midsummer starlight,

Silently dripping,

imaginary fantasy,

no raft,

no waves of grass,

no secluded distances,

only hope,

burning,

in the silence,

when eyes are closed,

feelings,

profound,

and lasting,

a quiet miracle,

a blue river,

the river of dreams,

like a rope,

in the space of imagination,

spreading ,

enchanting rhythms,

a dawn full of flowers,

prophecy

and imagination.

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