The Terminal

Like the cottonwoods decorating sweet dreams outside my window, Demure in summer verdant gown and gleam in fall tangerine hues, I was pieced together by heaven’s mercy and spells of wintery abyss. An elaborated ornament I was to this human life and the alien stars, what a fool I was to be trapped between shallow…

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A Reminder

It’s Madness to resist the psalm of a fair late autumn, when the soft wind carols and the mellow moon pries, I have told no words, only an orison wished in silence, then a thousand years shall go on to praise and rejoice, for our promise have crawled the beauty of distant stars, Unexpected journey…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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Naming The Rain

Happiness, how much do we owe to it? When Mom and Dad in my nightmares every time I closed my eyes, I wanted to be a daughter of the rain dripping down my windows, cool with mellow jasmine scent, coming down from moon-lit clouds, I then float and wreathe and brighten with robes of silver…

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A Girl In Painting

She could be in my dreams or a yellow-paged painting, the smallest girl staring from afar with her freckled cheeks, her sun-burned face red as ripe tropical lychees, her hands always hide behind blue chiffon curtains for she never tells you what she thinks, but her heart pounding hard in rhythmic sonata On Christmas,cold and…

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A Farewell

With me, life is bitter sweet, I’ve been a stranger to myself, and I’ve been to deceptive hell. Yet I still believe the songs of childhood, that innocent tears rolling down my cheeks following me through the kettles of ages, echoing arrowheads of words in silent hours. I believe that one day goodness will come…

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A Beautiful Mistake

What chapter are we at? Sometimes I am numb, Sometimes I am touched, Sometimes I feel dead, Sometimes I see hope. Are you still here with me in my youth, my breath, my silence, and those of our stubborn faith? Sometimes I wonder what they see when again probing and staring into my eyes? For…

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Two Poppyseeds

It is true that every time I write, I want you to be near. So close and so near, I’d drop two poppyseeds in both of your eyes, one is lilac-purple, another be Christmas-red, See they grow and bloom, pollinated by my gaze, showered first in morning rain then evening breeze, Next summer, I’ll come…

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