A Good Life

When daisies pied and violets blue And mayflowers all silver-white, When cuckoo-buds burst out first yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with your choice of pursue. My friends, the things I do admire In a good life be these, I find: The work decent, efforts spent without pain, The leisure plenty, is squandered without shame,…

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To Eternity, tonight

If I am allowed of heartfelt honesty, I cherish neither my profession nor education, they are dust and ash in my truthful eyes; If I am allowed of blatant sincerity, I am of deprived both ambition and direction, they mean nothing to a woman who dwells in infinity of time. If I am to be…

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Metamorphosis

I’d love my world be a freshly painted fresco, And I be blessed with the genius of Michelangelo, where I see a fair angel in the marble and carve relentlessly till I set him free; where coloured shapes and misplaced hallows of aged, ineffectual lives melt into white flowers blowing carelessly in the wind,  And…

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Wild Dreams

1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely…

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Spring Serenade

Beauty are the days that quietly slip away, and night stars brightening never in delay, Velvet blue, silent true, whispering words of long lost lullabies, one shade the more, one ray the less, even my darkest shadow rests now in her nameless grace. When the night draws near, it fills my heart with such dreams…

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