A morning light, A gentle breath,An unexpected sigh,A moment has drifted.These simple words,this time and place,this quietude when I think of you.It's in the dark,It's in the rain,It's in the silence after pain.A golden ray, A rain drop,A moment peace,A second chance?(Untitled, By @Annabel 2025) It's been a long time since I last posted something,… Continue reading My Ten Years
Spring News
Look, your eyes are full of stars,Feel, your heart longs for butterflies, The spring meadow is ripe in her verdant youth,while little daisies lure you in my new-found faith:Beauty, the spring is,Love, that you are. Spring has sprung and is knocking at our doors. What a wonderful news! The time has come for us to… Continue reading Spring News
Beautiful
But there must have been a better way: You can show her that she is beautiful. Your eyes quiet as twilight adoring only her moon, Your hands like winds lifting her up from deep sea, Your presence like mountains grounding her stars. Still, She'll rid your sweet words, chivalrous tricks, then show her your devotions… Continue reading Beautiful
Life Lessons
Laugh, make the world laugh with you; Weep, you'd better off weeping alone, loud and proud, such aloneness is a gift. Love, let the words of the heart speak for you; Hate, may you find the rare courage to forgive, succeed or fail, fight your own dragon battles. When weary, don't shoulder the burden of… Continue reading Life Lessons
The Mystery
I once saw a galaxy of grass knitting the mountain top, strongly, steadily, expanding and claiming territories. From there grew new suns, moons and fresh constellations. They reminded me of you. Your face and your smiles, I only vaguely remember, But Dear, I need not see you to know you are here. Your breath of… Continue reading The Mystery
To Youth
How the time of youth is to be spent? One day in despair and another in dreaming, One step to heaven and another to the cliff. Yet no spring beauty nor summer passion has such grace in the harsh face of your pestilence, for these wrinkles tell a story of fever wishes, and our righteousness… Continue reading To Youth
Why Do I Love You
I was born by the river in the caress of snow mountains, in the season of dead lotus that had driven out most saints, Seagulls lamenting the icy cold and the angels sliding away. while the aged oak trees loyally stood in the rage of winds, The dusky of liquor blent in wintry rainfall and… Continue reading Why Do I Love You
Summer Rose
I want to be an Alba rose this summer, genteel, pink, intense, and translucent. Freshly born out of soft dripping rains and untouchable thanks to my hefty thorns. As I turn around, million shades of golden hues form a corsage in orbit around my watery waists, they contain unconquered territories in the hearts that sing… Continue reading Summer Rose
Muted Castle
When the great fear came, I grew muted- When the great sorrow came, I grew muted- When the great success came, I was muted- When the great love came, I was again, muted- Oh yes, I lived in a muted marble castle, with only the language of wind and the melody of rain. And the… Continue reading Muted Castle
I Can Fly
Love is in your eyes, sitting silent by my side Going on, holding hands, walking through the night Hold me up, hold me tight, lift me up to touch the sky Teaching me to love with heart, helping me open my mind I can fly, I'm proud that I can fly To give the best… Continue reading I Can Fly
Behind You (And sharing my new dance💕)
It seems I've deviated from your gaze, Hiding safely inside April's coy dews, Longing for a crystal world of my own. Smiles, tears, dancing all my life, dreams as the north wind blows restlessly, to bleed, to rest in penance ever willingly, and to wake at dawn still, holding a fragment of life's lamenting song… Continue reading Behind You (And sharing my new dance💕)
December Passacaglia
December is an aged nostalgic song, with ancient accents in delicate monotone, Aglow and behold weary souls with happy tears, And each note leads to cadence of mystical visions. Can you feel the beauty of heaven’s stars shine upon, with millions of velvet dreams flowing within you? Such is the grace of a tender prayer,… Continue reading December Passacaglia
Second Life
The twilight of your face, the unseen meadow in your voice, drew me to your eyes’spring solace. When we hear the din of our aloneness, When we risk the change that creates and destroys, Is this the last incarnation of a sacred living breath? I grieve the deleted passage, I regret the untold truth, It… Continue reading Second Life
I Hope You Dance Like Wind
Your smiling, or the contemplation of such, is the wondrous life force of the airy earth, Lucent as shadows slowed by wading moonlights, teaches the leaves to pause in cascading languors, And the wood nymphs now must sing and strive to dream. Their hair like willows diffuse the rhythmic monotones, Their gaze towards silken river… Continue reading I Hope You Dance Like Wind
Last Hues of Autumn
Claret sugar maple, Ginkgoes of fading gold, Now falls tenderly the last hues of autumn, Mischievously stirring a momentary discontent, from the ample bosoms of the sullen years buried, And to fright the souls again with fragmentary plights. How I wished the pearly clouds landing beside in victorious wreath, and garland of promises, Fly me… Continue reading Last Hues of Autumn
A Beautiful Passerby
There is the pausing silence in my prayers, and the quietness of falling leaves landing on my breath, As I reach out my limbs to be showered by earliest dawn lights, she sends me away with the coldest scorn and the gentlest breeze! Yet my feet are restlessly undisturbed, matching still, in meaningless tandem. There… Continue reading A Beautiful Passerby
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