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Posts tagged ‘Spirituality’

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.

 

 

 

 

Lover

Heartbeats

then immediately

invisible you

starts to take shape

an image i like

becomes clear

a look

of my favorite

put into a tiny heart

my floating body

slowly begins to fall

and settle down

you are

the sun

with the warmth of a bonfire

with you

i can safely

cozily

survive

the winter.

Write a poem

Life

without a sound

and word

every scenery

passes by

not necessarily

pretty

the key is

immerse yourself

in every minute

watch quietly

write what you think

into a poem

change things into

wings

let them fly wherever

you want them

to go.

Tree

Stars come to me

beauty

starts moving

wind blossoms

imagination beckons

art

enters the heart

time

is the leaves

that fall on our world

there’s a

tree

in our hearts

that keeps it.

Wonderful

Prairie

windmills

and sunset

this is a place

in a dream

wildflowers

hillocks

and village

occasionally a few sparrows

that sing along

orange clouds

red tiles

cattle on the side

of the road

farm full of greens

the secluded evening wind

jazzy

me in the backseat

reading the bucolic details

in sight

wonderful

wonderful time.

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