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Summer eye

The ink of time

depicts the beauty of heaven and earth

passionate soul

embraces the light shades of summer

melody from the violin

sings an afternoon

where the clouds float

the creek whispers

where the sweet scent blooms

there are green lives of leaves

what i saw

what i heard

in the soft corner of my heart

is taking root



this fragrant mood

such a day

how can one not be





Nightingale singing

around me

cool wind gently blows

as if a spell has locked me

i can’t let go

when branches turn into phantoms

flying in the mist

i know you’re looking

on the other side

i’m faraway in the distance

and you can’t see

i pick up the heavy

sinking heart

don’t know where to put it

the thoughts buried in it

turn bleak into gray moonlight

the night full of longings

cold color of moon

applied on the body

and i miss you

somehow over

and over again

you always appear

in the remnants

of my dream.


Under the moon

i say bye bye

to sleep

look up at the stars

lamp on the desk

arching its back

can’t shine light onto

hidden darkness

a lot of silence

clusters outside

the window

encrusted with flowers

reminds me of the fragrant

bygone days of being

by her side.


I always

wish to keep

the scenery i see

in my pocket

a canoe delivering joy

joy rippling

on the lake

a sky

neighbors me

the intimacy

of a kind of paradise

an agreement

an understanding

without the need

for language

green water can’t hide

the laughter of flowers

from the mountains

the private association

of two water birds

soft sun cut in halves

by the liquid horizon

twilight occupies the eye

exposes creases of time

the peaceful canoe

the tender water

respond with silence.


Anything i don’t like

i escape

they can’t abduct my time

my youth and life

i want to know the last trail

of a pillow cloud

i want to go out on an adventure

with the morning breeze

i want to leave some spring flowers

for wintertime


the pendulum of joy

words awaken

in the rough turbulent sea of thought

travel through time and space

finally they stay

on the apex

of the heart.


I had a garden

 a small garden

red white and pink flowers

patted my head like waves

colorful birds shaking off morning dew

jumping from one end of the fence

to the other

there’s a secret hole in a huge magnolia tree

i hid a lot of poetry in it

but the garden

the original garden

is gone

don’t know where it went

i had a garden

a squirrel with a tail like a large green fan

it chews on pine cone

like little me playing the harmonica

when it’s happy it dances

in front of my window beneath the blue sky

it invited me to be a guest

on its birthday

we looked at the rainbow together

in front of its door where it’s rolling a pine ball

but the garden is gone

the original garden

did it run away

who has abducted it

i often dream about it

thinking i’m lost.


Little world

At night

i take the daytime fatigue off

return to my little world

enjoy a bit of tranquility

a bit of comfort

the moon outside the window

in the cold wind

guarding that old tree

that won’t sprout

all naked in the icy cold


my warm world with bright lights

i am the ruler here

from the computer on the desk

to the pencils in the case

a bed to serve at any time

a cup of hot tea

soaking yellowing years

my world

no right or wrong

no gains no losses

i relax the nerves all over my body

teleport to some ancient times quickly

outside it starts to solidify

colors fade away with the clicking sound of the clock

the pupils still flashing

this time of sleepiness

everything goes to silence

my world

now in snuggly tenebrosity

still the beauty.


What a nice morning

mellowed birdsong

fresh hymn out of the city

gardenia in the yard

dedicated to hardworking bees

under sacred bridge

water flows smoothly

no turbidity

there are colored fishes

spitting happy bubbles

not far from the pond

duckweed all in green

vast stretches of love

of early summer

presented to the earth

rambling in the morning

grass on embankment

intertwined with insects whispers


emptied all secrets

where i stop

where fruits fall

into world of dew.



Eyes closed

free in this silence

this moment

countless lines of stars

and flowing gold

pass through the galaxy


then converge

into a surging riverbed

then aggregates

a magma vortex

unreal sparkling

abstract rippling

will become


when the eyes





Though every night

you’re reflected in my heart

you’re so lofty

full of mystery

you let me

ebb and flow

leave me all alone

eager to approach you

but we’re seperated by space


they say

you’re a cold star

actually to me

you’re the sun

of another world

you’re a warm

warm happy place

and i can only think of this


and think you’re just

a myth.

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