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Under the eaves


like stars

soaring above the roof

clear dreams

walking through the song of rain

boundless sky

close enough to be grasped

dense and brimming

there’s a trace of warmth

under the eaves

a trace of comfort

the house is sweet as brown sugar

simplicity remains

not far away from dawn

not far away from tomorrow

everything’s in sight

the same piece of sky

waiting for the sun.



City at night

City night

neon flashing blinding

no one sees the moon

no one counts the stars

everyone is busy

wine glasses clink

business and friendship intermix

city night

vehicles still shuttling

things unfinished during the day

are carried out during the night

the city night is hard to stop

microphones roaring

dumping pressures

venting tempers

city night

there are leisurely cafes

a touch of tea can occasionally evoke

certain feelings

but the gravity of the phone is still to big

city night

deep into a district

there’s the sound of frogs in the pond

it seems to tell people

it’s very quiet here

city night

movement and stillness



Summer moonlight

Summer moonlight

always so bright

a fews clouds floating

around the moon

lilacs in full bloom

nestled in moonlight

a wisp of fragrance

gently sneaking

into sleep


in the direction

of the thickening poetry.



A night at the park

Night sky above the park

is beautiful

the moon is round like pizza

bright like mirror

next to some unknown stars

the sky is cloudless

the moon is clear

the stars are like sesame seeds

that fall into a bowl

small and shiny.



Bright night

Birds drinking moonlight

falling asleep

in the cottage of wizard

the woods covered with haze

a quiet night

dream is bright

with starlight, fireflies and elves

a mosaic of dewdrop

sleepless elves awake

at the feet of dream

lovely tears in the forest

reflected in the silver mirror of moon

that severs all shadows

morning shall return

on the wings of birds.



Disheveled poet reads out

ten thousand winds

sounding bells

making the deaf madly sing

the view from a star

a small sail wandering

an apple smashing mountains and valley

the wine in the lake tonight

is the tears of fire

burning fragments of full moon with firewood.


Ordinary afternoon

Leisure time

in the afternoon

on the balcony

a picture of enjoyment

the winter sun

shining indolently

coffee on the wooden table


sometimes loneliness is


and meditation is


in an ordinary afternoon.


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