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Posts tagged ‘life’

Bowl of cherries

Daisies

next to an ancient road

that’s the

aroma of your hair

reminds me of

the one who likes ice-cream

a face blushing

red as cherry

a little wish

i cling to

i want to meet you

someday

beautiful memories of autumn

when i saw you at school

eyeful of mystery

you attracted me

into friendship

beautiful memories

when i saw you last

your eyes calm me down

as i lean back

on my school bag.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

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.

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.

 

Open mind

Silently

i sit at my desk

write down the draft of an idea

with a pen

words come together

in the soul

express my sincerity

write it out not just to show it

gently i

stretch my mind

engrave my heart with a message

of springtime

the word is alive

the work is the perfect embodiment

it lets life continue

create many tales and legends

and revive a spendid culture

writing

persistence is best practice

the pen and ink will naturally release

sweetness

transcendence of life

comes from a constant faith

just at the moment

when thoughts are open.

Wheat field

Holding memories firm

in the left hand

standing with me

the warm wheat field

on the remote wild green edge

crowd of rain clouds

with a hot sun painted

in the heart

line of hope

cuts a trembling arm

mutter of pigeons

scattered around the wheat field

patience

teaches me to respect

and sing

for the growers.

 

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