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Just a poem

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.

Just another morning

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.

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.

 

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.

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