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Posts tagged ‘memory’

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps

Standing at the heart

of a river

looking forward to a snowflake dawn

touching the cheek of reed

more awake than the breeze

the stars drifting

all over the sky

quelling the fear of falling asleep

the riverbank quiet as a cat

fireflies journey to another

bright spot

the lost corners

time has changed them

like paint

memory has shifted

their places

like wheels

perhaps.

Recall

Dragonfly on the lake

ripples turn into thoughts

dancing shapes on the branches

wind blowing the horn

everything quietly

reminiscent of

bits and pieces of life

there’s no loneliness

in the depths of

the soul.

 

Sunrise

Accidentally

break into

memories

push that door open

years of deposited dust

invades the nose

inhaled into the lungs

the resulting cough

causes more particles

to swirl

to twirl

in front of the window

why can’t i get out

even if the doors and windows open wide

even if the roof leaks

even if the limbs are free

but i

just can’t get out

in the morning light

i see you through

the dewdrop

carrying hope

a sacred glow

a pure sunrise

that is all

mine.

 

 

 

Silent days

Silent days

silent like

footsteps of the season flowing outside

the window

grown accustomed to

silent time

a soft heart

folded into butterfly

perched in the depths

of years

remembering

an aftertaste

gentle

and silent.

 

Childhood

Childhood is the song

that passes through the valley

echoes above the clouds

stays in the field

sweetens dreams

childhood is

running in the sunset

sprinkling laughter across the grass

surrounded by the aroma of flowers

naivete recorded in the call of the wind

in the quiet and ease of time

childhood is

turning callow memories

into soft and smooth pillow

watching the sky and earth

on charming a landscape

in a world is small and round.

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