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Miracles

I vaguely recall

a little brown dog

let’s call it Miracle

from the old house

dragging its tail

sniffing with its nose

running around

being very clingy

i remember

everytime we came home

it came running

toward my baby stroller

before we moved

the good delicious food

Miracle was always fed

so it was shining

luminously i’d say

with its belly bulging

when we moved

it was fed by the neigbors

not very much

but still capable of being full

when neighbors moved

it was left

in the forlorn yard

for about a month

everytime we talked about it

i was worried

said it might have starved to death

or run far far away

and become a stray

we went back once

there it was

lying in the old yard

hungry gauntly

walking unsteadily

ate a lot of wild weeds

alot of corn cobs

in the corners

there were piles of feces

granules of grass and leaves

we hurried up

and gave Miracle water

fed it ham and other edibles

Miracle gobbled it all up

greedily

ate eveything clean

suddenly

my eyes tered up

Miracle survived alone

without food

without going anywhere

it stayed there

the perserverance

resilience

to life

the loyalty

guardianship

to its dwelling

strong confidence and vitality

supported Miracle

and the love

was sincere

a tearjerker

insisting on patience, persistence

and toughness

to its life

it was truly

inspirational

a miracle.

 

Old record

An old record,

hiding in a corner,

no one’s heard of,

depressed or pretentious,

old instruments,

old gramophone are,

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Buzz Lightyear

The sparkling skyline,
dream and determination,
a nameless martyr,
a monumental past,
time and the second hand,
like the unquiet heart,
the homeland of light,
across the sky.

Power of the soul

A heart,

how to be sincere,

thawing deep emotions and feelings,

a quiet morning,

a murmur in the ear,

still anxiously uneasy,

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That time

Thinking of,

that time,

it stopped,

a feeling unspeakable,

always unspeakable,

a trace of warmth,

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Beautiful Morning

The story of time,

one dark night is dead,

another day resurrected,

sparrows, thrushes, starlings,

and pigeons,

they start to sing,

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Love story

After all,

there’s only one world,

preparing a mature summer for us,

continuing with the child’s game,

according to the adults’ rules,

don’t care about the man lying on the street,

don’t care about the ship running aground.

yet,

the sunshine that benefits the lovers,

paving the dark and weary night,

on the backs of the workers,

even on the path of a date,

there will be falling frost,

when the enemies’s eyes meet,

This is no longer a simple story,

in this story,

there’s me,

and there’s you,

and other people too.

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