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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.

Redemption

I’ve been

saving myself

what i’m saying is

all the activities i did

for poetry

are because

my soul chose not to

remain silent

through the ordinary

days

like a demon

that leaps out of the cold

somewhere in the dark night

disturbs my mind

forces the sleep

out of me

brings me

body heat

and some

impulse and passion

loneliness and shouting

imprisoned in thoughts

they carry

the sorrow of an explorer

it’s so awake and resurrected

my ideals and ambitions

like a general

deductive

i mean

every poem i graffiti

every word is

a soldier saving

a teeny tiny me

awakens every inch

of my skin

every swelling

drop of blood

every sound of every

rush of adrenaline.

 

 

Philosopher

A heart

broad and calm

a pair of eyes

wise and clear

intend to feel the world

observe life

extract the spark of thoughts

a philosopher

summing up humanity

in the pursuit of

the light of truth.

Soul of Poetry

Wonderful verses

like dancing wings of nature

like sun of the human mind

bright eyes of the soul

they grow like stars and flowers

adorning the hall

of human longing

like an angel’s face

without a grain of grit

and gray.

Reading materials

In a bookstore,

or a library,

a wide range of books,

poetry,

drama,

essays,

fiction,

interpreting,

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Likes

I like the exuberance of spring,

everything withered puts on new attire,

and writes letters to dandelions.

I like summer,

seized by the song of cicadas,

romantic flowers,

and my wet clothes,

going home with the drizzle.

I like the vines of autumn,

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The quiet life

Quietly,

building a quiet courtyard,

fence made from fragrant roses,

morning glories are,

the security locks,

some uninvited guests,

breaking in,

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