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Posts tagged ‘happiness’

Bit by bit

Hemmed in by dancing butterflies

a calm halcyon lake is achieved

stacks of waves lapping

on the shoreline

a gust of cool wind

time depicting

dribs and drabs

blurred vague vision

aigrette of specks

of this earthly sphere

ordinary, persistent, timeless, classic

still tangled

for so many years

appear in every picture of life

embody its value

the moment i can finally meet you

it’s all God-given love.

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Aspiration

Aspiration is a rock

that produces the starry spark

aspiration is a spark

that lights up a lamp

aspiration is a lamp

that illumines the night road

aspiration is a road

that leads to dawn

life is a flame

aspiration is the wick.

Blue ocean

Light blue ocean

like a paradise

seagulls happily soaring

in its arms

sky and water

the color of love

at first sight

flocks to me

like bees to honey.

 

When I see your face

Maybe you don’t know

how special you are to me

at the turn of the season

as long as i can see your face

the heart is composed

no longer afraid

everything is fine

every season

when i see your face

joy drifts to the eyebrows

fragrance diffuses through the season

places you have been

flowers will bloom

where you are

it’s a wondrous scenery.

Break of day

Eyes open

see the soft light of dawn

push out the window

taste the fragrance of wind

hands

touch the morning hour

ears

 hear the song of life.

 

Balcony

Sunlight slips away from the chair

ushers in a twilight

and loneliness

the birds and rabbits hurry home

cats and dogs return to their owners

leisurely

birds fly to the coffee table

and peck some leftover seeds

rabbits jump into the bushes in the garden

and taste the fresh grass

cats and dogs are back

to their home

sweet home.

 

 

 

Gift of the season

The late autumn

sunshine sometimes

seems strangely

warm

is it due to

the ebullient call of

that row of maple

sitting in the afternoon city

looking into the distant mountains

leaves quietly fall

wondering whom has received

the gift of the season.

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