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Rays of sunlight soft and tender,
stingy or shy,
traces of west wind,
scrimpy or bitter,
tall ginkgo trees,
a vast forest,

The quiet life


building a quiet courtyard,

fence made from fragrant roses,

morning glories are,

the security locks,

some uninvited guests,

breaking in,




ethereal like fleeting thoughts,

hovering over all things,


lustrous dews on flower buds,

suddenly a refreshing fragrance,


The wind rose

Before the wind rose,

the forest was silent,

before the wind rose,

sunshine and colored clouds,

easily ignored,

as if they didn’t have the need to exist,

before the wind rose,

the man who walked through the forest,

was a man with no memory,

a recluse,

it’s hard to say,

before the wind rose,

the wind in winter,

was fiercer,

or was it,

the wind in summer,

the man hadn’t been to that patch of woods,

for three years,

he went there again,

after the wind rose.

A poet’s dream

Crescent moon,
hanging in the night sky,
The footsteps of wind,
becoming heavy,
forests are quiet,
a lone wolf,
the silence of the mountains,
stillness of the lake,
a poet’s searching,
the fall of an angel.

Two birds

he puts his troubles aside,
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and comes to fly together,
actually, he knows not melancholy,
as long as they can be together,
and so it is,
the sunshine of the two birds,
no longer the half moon in the dark,
two birds begin to rove,
no aims,
hearing the insects calling,
when meeting with stromy sleet,
they learned to hug each other,
huddle for warmth,
and comfort each other,
they share everything,
this love won’t be laid to rest,
they fly,
over an open field,
over the forests,
over the mountain ridge,
secretly fly round the threshing floor in the fall,
bypass the ocean,
cross the river,
they roam by a babbling brook,
amidst the branches in the morning,
there are two virds singing,
beating thier unwearied wings,
the reflection in the water,
is the two of them,
their footprints,
light and deep.
they are free,
but unusual,
every minute every second,
a time to love,
all the way.
It doesn’t matter,
there is no fragrance of flowers,
or in a birch forest looking up at the clouds drifting above,
in a time when nobody is around,
in times of affright,
it’s the time they play and sport,
forgetting the way home.

Sleepless stars


dropped a silver coin,

constellations migrating mysteriously,

the shadow of the moon,


the flow of the river in the sky,

your last remarks,

long ago,

reminds me,

of a navy blue hat,

flying in the wind at midnight,

how beautiful,

how peaceful,

walking on the outskirts of the ocean,

in the dreams of the forest,

someone’s whispering,


it’s the two sleepless stars.

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