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Posts tagged ‘Love’

The gift of love

The swaying reeds are you

floating in the quiet of my heart

i want to take a handful

and watch the dusk

the pigeon whistle in the sky is you

the sound quality that causes the autumn to ripple

in the clouds

in the fog

and the heart to be joyous

the rain on the eaves is you

splashes of water droplets scattered

the dynamic aesthetics

adding a trace of magic to the dullness

the strange wildflowers are you

no aromatic fragrance

just an unpretentious attitude

loving you

no other choice.

 

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Your name

It has a kind of magic

that catches my eyes

because this is your name

just like a beautiful dream

it gives off a sweet bouquet

a kind of intoxication

that makes me close my eyes

when i open my eyes

i vaguely see

your long flowing hair

i hear

your cheerful laughter

your name is just so

magical.

 

 

Honey bee

Chasing the footsteps of anthesis

trekking on a journey of fresh flowers

dancing with sweet hope amidst mountains and rivers

a dream sets sail in persistence

bees kissing beautiful fragrance

brewing honey with industriousness

the joy of harvest is ripplng

in the air

a frolicking elf

intrepreting the apprearance

of a happy life

in a flowery world.

Egret

A heavy rain

cleanses the earth and skies

then all is fine

i lean on a railing

breezy with an eyeful of bright freshness

trees and crops on the vast plains

become dazzling green

clusters of woods surrounding a village

undulating

in the distane there’s an egret

it flies past the top of the hills suddenly

the stops at the foot

leisurely

the egret is in love

with this beautiful environment

reveling in this stunning scenery.

Her town

The gentle breeze blows

over your town

the sunlight pierces through the clouds

scattered on the road you used to walk

the cat prancing

ducks asleep on the water

birds crossing the light blue sky elegantly

a few yellow leaves

fell out of the palm of the tree

drifting freely

in the wind.

 

Original self

Some people

we brush by

and never meet again

along the road

of unlimited hope

the wind rises

makes things change

makes them more beautiful

may everything be

as beautiful as ever

may the soul of man

be simple and pure

and true to

the original self.

 

Sakura beneath the moonlight

Half a moon

soft light shines down

the village is asleep

the village has a dream

the dream is bedewed cherry blossoms

the dream is elegant

weightless

sakura outside the village

it has a dream

exuding delicate fragrance

this is the best way it knows to express

a simple wish.

 

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