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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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

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.

Hours

The wind

on the windowsill

opens my diary book

pieces of paper

record the past

words old and new

are my treasure

slim pencil tip

starts its beautiful movement

again

every few drinks

always bring me

inspiration and desire

to lift a pencil

for me to put every

ordinary thing

into a poem

light-hearted words in love

with casual hours.

 

 

Anticipation

Waiting

a quiet moment

in this moment

don’t always hurry

toward the distance

poetry

the cultivation

of exquisite fruits and flowers

sniffing

the colors and fragrance

of the garden

eyes closed

looking back

momentarily

everything’s changing

surprisingly

from oceans to fields

clouds and clarity

the best things

like seeds quietly

lurking

in the meadow our hearts

anticipating

an opportunity

to take root, shoot and bloom.