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Whisper of the heart

Maple leaf

trickling

poetry

and lovesickness

orange and pink clouds

a stripe a splodge

glittering

with soft attitude

maple leaf

just wants to show

more realness

amidst the rain

no need for too many gorgeous sentences

maple leaf

reliving that fiery love

when autumn wind

tactfully rises

and gives her a seasonal

red attire

moonlight lingers

on the windowsill

an additional

curtain of nostalgia

murmur of the soul

accompaniment of words

from the heart.

 

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.

 

Standing on a hill

Standing

on a hill

overlooking a cluster

of emerald fields

and ridges

little river at the foot

encircles

like a platinum ring.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

Cool down

The sky

cools down

it’s time

to take back your heart

from anxiety

read a book

write some poems

just revel

the sky

cools down

like routines

of tai chi

take a walk

smell the cinnamon

enjoy

the osmanthus

and many smiles

in autumn.

Depth of autumn

Cicada’s dream

drifting

gradiently

the rain intoxicating

the fruity winds

a song so maudlin

a season of

silence

monotonous loneliness

windows open

memory no longer

crazily growing

flow of water

from the fingertips

arbitrarily

locked door

is a forbidden language

unable to interpret

golden tide

of meandering wilderness

rises and falls

comes and goes

utterances

of the geese

unforgettable

red flying leaves

stain the hillside

in most beautiful moments

of sunset

in the reeds

across the river

a few waterfowl

standing around

remnants of dusk

but the one

from childhood

has flown

far

far away.

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