I loved her
thousands of times
searching for
the soul of a poem
i loved her
devoutly
a village where
cherry blossoms spring from
i loved her
a stack of white sails
passing through twilight
across the fluted water
i was not afraid
of the cold river
thousands of pages turned
occasionally
from the corner of my eye
she was a bright scenery
suddenly
searching thousands of times in vain
it turned out
she’s just a poem
those shy dimples
where poetry is from.
The early morning sun
a few words
pieced together
into casual poetry
give it to you
clean up the sleepiness
yesterday stays
on the desktop
a lonely plate
on the table
turn on the washing machine
throw in the clothes
still unawakened
pace to the kitchen
crack an egg
fry a golden sun
sit down by the window
color of autumn sqeezes in
listen to some music
enjoy this morning
that’s a little
different.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
