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Springtime

I love springtime

because everything

is reviving

because

vibrancy of

thousands of colors

because

a new beginning

springtime

a symbol of vigor

springtime

the dawn of dreams

walking in the field

of vivacity

the scent of revitalization

is intoxicating

springtime

i am ready

because

hope.

 

 

 

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Paradisiacal

Life is like a song

full of joy and music

in addition to everything

there’s a whole nother world

where there’s whispers of seagulls

blue skies

and sweeping clouds

wisps of sea breeze

sweet coconut grove

full of repose

full of fruit

the whistling of tidal wave

in the morning

the singing of aquatics

in the evening

periodically

walking on the beach

listening to the deep

movement of the briny

holding a glass of lemonade

holding the hand

of this beautiful lady

talking and laughing

singing that untiring

unceasing song

of happiness.

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Relearn thyself

Tender green

in the beginning

matures in time

the deep, shallow, thick and light

catalogued on various layers and levels

filling the bookshelf

of spring

any kind of green

contains a detailed introduction

the origin, the survival, the development

of a species

including food, clothing, shelter, love and life

future and dreams

open your own title page in the spring

you’ll find some words old and lost

in a corner of time

some words have gone far

leaving their bodies behind

traveling out in the universe

some words gentle as a kitten

lying on the windowsill

of spring

watching flowers bloom and grow

some words wide awake

sleepless in the night

the chapter on love and life?

i flip through the pages

beyond recognition

the original soul

covered in earthly dust

on flying?

dream and reality contest

in the stormy skies

love interpreting a beautiful myth amidst

a messy life

i don’t really know myself anymore

the ache of every word

is enough to make my blood flow

into a river

words dead

buried in the soil of yesterday

words running

still on the road of life running

words now

have just been born inside the kernel

green

is an angel

conveying the power of spring

blood vessels swell

filled with hearty energy

words resurrected in thoughts

they blossom

into reddish peaches

whitish pears

and enthusiastic begonia

in the spring

i got to know myself again

life is a metabolic process

every new sunrise

is greeting from

a new beginning.

 

 

A charmed life

When you

deeply comprehend

there’ll be an

awakening of wisdom

as long as

you have health and happiness

it is the perfect life

dream is

like cloud in the sky

floating around your iris

naturally it

becomes the most beautiful

scenery

outside the window

in a corner you’ll find

there’s a story

about the season

warming this wonderful time

there’s a sign

carved with

a language so silent

there’s always a different

kind of idea

and living method

it’s bidding farewell

to the past

in your very own style

live in the moment

get to know yourself

live sunny

live young.

 

Doorknob

Door

half hidden

half bright, half dark

i am

in the dark corner

silent

until

i gently push it open

fall into a glaring hug

the world is strangely

calm

houses neatly arranged

cars pass by

one by one

birds sing

in the sky far away

as if everything should be hushed

peaceful

as if

everything never happened.

 

Chinese New Year

Auspicious prosperous festival

blossoming

in the journey to a home reunion

in the red lanterns hanging high

in the highly-colored fireworks

Auspicious prosperous celebration

unfolding

on the faces of children

in the ovenlike kitchen

over the sumptuous dinner

in every warm warm greeting

Chinese New Year in the house

is a long strands of golden fragrance

Chinese New Year in early spring

brimming with hope and optimism

ducks rushing to the surface

exhilarating the river of aspiration

Chinese New Year

accompanied by touching

tenderness and meticulousness

the head-on marvel and wonder

in the bright sunny atmosphere

encrimsons the abundance

of the Chinese New Year.

 

 

 

 

 

Rain shower

Alone

in the shower of rain

memories like clothes

being washed

and restored

a large part of the heart

is emptied

hope begins

like a chain of mountains

no more withered flowers

and crying clouds

there’s a lucid forest

there are a million reasons

for the existence

of beauty

for giving a tree, a river

a sense of presence

and love.

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