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Chlorophyll

Jade

trees

emerald

green

encircles

the lake

resounding

fragrances

noises

of nature

across

the treetops

against

the sunshine.

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Shimmer

Shimmer

at 5.30 a.m

it is the stamp

of the placid moon

nascent dawn

the rest of the world

quiet as if

time stopped

shimmer

is the hope

in the story of the city

waking up

from an illusion

lying in the luminescence

of last night

seems there’s nothing

in between eyes open

and closed

but unsleeping

shimmer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

City in the morning

Dawn won’t be late

birds begin to forage

greetings in the alley

harmoniously flowing

traffic like flower bouquets

blooming with the buildings

city in the morning

pleasant wonderful and charming

colors light up all over

you and i need to just

open up the window

and become a part of them

life is placed in such beauty

what are we still not happy with

days in each others’ eyes

booming as sweet sweet honey.

On a clear day

A clear day

mild sunshine

flower in the field

also called wildflower

it’s light purple

a hint of morbid paleness

yet very young

dew on the seedlings

transparent like tears

no colored eyeball

taupe soil

can’t say it’s fertile

it’s vitality sublimated

partially in the sun

even though

the wildflower has no name

and the dew colorless

it’s still a clear day.

 

 

 

In the garden

Morning

opens the door

the vegetable garden waking up

chives, cucumbers and beans

sprouts and seedings breaking

through the floor

a few sunflowers

they shake off yesterday’s thoughts

the earthy aroma

conveys joy and eacstasy

a rabbit touches bliss

with the sweet-scented branches

of tea olives

in the depths of fragrance

ducks and chicken

chasing each other

an elegant circle

of the kitchen garden

a half red half green

dream

i spread the seeds

of freedom

let them be portentous

let them be languorous

the breeze

of the four seasons

picks up the fallen lyrics on the ground

a group of light clouds write down

high and low notes

the children sing

of the scintillating years

and the long lost fervor

of the soul.

 

 

 

 

Élan

Early in the morning

little forest trails

pictures of the roadside captured

hands outreaching

heart listening

the air is

the tranquility of the time

cheerful rhythm intertwined

with the romantic

disposition of the birds

poetry and sky shine

stars sparkle and warblers shy

a portion of springtime intercepted

written with flowers of tenderness

a leaf selected

to appreciate the crystal clear condensation

a scent collected

to brew a kind of elegant

energy

the spirit of poetry

dances in the wind

tied on a pair of wings

it flies freely

in vibrancy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dawning

The arrival of dawn

purest

most savory

it lets me

see the dream

the time

the road

i greet

the dawn

accompanied by

awakened trees

salty breeze

crisp songs of robins

dewy blades of grass

bathing in the beaming

morning.

 

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