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Doorknob

Door

half hidden

half bright, half dark

i am

in the dark corner

silent

until

i gently push it open

fall into a glaring hug

the world is strangely

calm

houses neatly arranged

cars pass by

one by one

birds sing

in the sky far away

as if everything should be hushed

peaceful

as if

everything never happened.

 

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Chinese New Year

Auspicious prosperous festival

blossoming

in the journey to a home reunion

in the red lanterns hanging high

in the highly-colored fireworks

Auspicious prosperous celebration

unfolding

on the faces of children

in the ovenlike kitchen

over the sumptuous dinner

in every warm warm greeting

Chinese New Year in the house

is a long strands of golden fragrance

Chinese New Year in early spring

brimming with hope and optimism

ducks rushing to the surface

exhilarating the river of aspiration

Chinese New Year

accompanied by touching

tenderness and meticulousness

the head-on marvel and wonder

in the bright sunny atmosphere

encrimsons the abundance

of the Chinese New Year.

 

 

 

 

 

Rain shower

Alone

in the shower of rain

memories like clothes

being washed

and restored

a large part of the heart

is emptied

hope begins

like a chain of mountains

no more withered flowers

and crying clouds

there’s a lucid forest

there are a million reasons

for the existence

of beauty

for giving a tree, a river

a sense of presence

and love.

Night in a small town

Night in a small town

beautiful

street lights illuminate

every asphalt road

neon lights are like stars twinkling

gamboling on the wall

night in a small town

lively

cars, motorcycles, padestrians

every road is choked

the ballroom sensational

night in a small town

confused

people wandering aimlessly

in the street

a dancer comes out of the bar

and vomits in the street

the odor of liquor fills her life

her night

in a small town.

A night thought

The sun

locked in the drawer

the impetuous leaves

now calmed

the story

behind the moon

every bit every drop

rippling through the notebook

of the fleeting years

the recurring theme

on every page

happiness happiness happiness.

In the small hours of a rainy morning

Wide awake

in wee small hours

the night is lenient

like ocean

clarity becomes unimportant

blurriness becomes profound

rain in the wee small hours

beating on the roof

splashes of tranquility

spread on the muddy ground

ripples of brisk breeze relays

singing of fish and water

message from a four-leaf clover

whispers of seabirds

familiar cries

of the surrounding verdure.

Childhood

Childhood is the song

that passes through the valley

echoes above the clouds

stays in the field

sweetens dreams

childhood is

running in the sunset

sprinkling laughter across the grass

surrounded by the aroma of flowers

naivete recorded in the call of the wind

in the quiet and ease of time

childhood is

turning callow memories

into soft and smooth pillow

watching the sky and earth

on charming a landscape

in a world is small and round.

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