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Posts tagged ‘happiness’

The most beautiful scenery

Holding

the mellow scent

of years

brillianty diaphanous

afterglow

i like this kind of life

one man

one window

an elegant emotion

hidden deep

within

a world belongs only

to you

no problem

water cleanses

words warm

simple bright and joyous

sitting alone

in a corner of time

beautiful sun at the fingertips

flowing innocently

reading

lines of sacred brocade

incorporate

drops of insight

into the ocean of ink

and feelings

always believe

the most beautiful scenery

is right in front

of us.

 

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Standing on a hill

Standing

on a hill

overlooking a cluster

of emerald fields

and ridges

little river at the foot

encircles

like a platinum ring.

 

 

 

 

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.

Lover

Heartbeats

then immediately

invisible you

starts to take shape

an image i like

becomes clear

a look

of my favorite

put into a tiny heart

my floating body

slowly begins to fall

and settle down

you are

the sun

with the warmth of a bonfire

with you

i can safely

cozily

survive

the winter.

Write a poem

Life

without a sound

and word

every scenery

passes by

not necessarily

pretty

the key is

immerse yourself

in every minute

watch quietly

write what you think

into a poem

change things into

wings

let them fly wherever

you want them

to go.

Wonderful

Prairie

windmills

and sunset

this is a place

in a dream

wildflowers

hillocks

and village

occasionally a few sparrows

that sing along

orange clouds

red tiles

cattle on the side

of the road

farm full of greens

the secluded evening wind

jazzy

me in the backseat

reading the bucolic details

in sight

wonderful

wonderful time.

Cloud

You are

the fog that slowly

boards the ship

the words from

some Arctic station

vapors from the stream

a curtain of freshness

a deliberate garden

a prairie drifting

in the air

threads of temptation

unpredictable pattern

like that figure

in the distance

you are

a poet’s thinking bird

surrounded by

human emotions

and dreams.

 

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