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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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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Effulgence

In sweet gardens each lily bright and shine, How they did spring, bud, bloom, wither and die? oftentimes, the past is just a breath away, what has named invisible is a floating sonata, persisting softly on trotting a memory awaiting, as if we’d live to all Eternity with all becoming. Yet there’s no words found…

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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,…

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Unnamed Selfie

I started committing various suicides in my various dreams as a 1st grader. what kind of child was only allowed To keep tears and bruise to herself.. I started jumping down from agitated skyscrapers in my agitated dreams as a relentless crusader. what kind of crusader pursued virtual death with such unwavering passion and obsession..…

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Another Whisper

How fate orchestrates is unfathomable, I come from ancient ocean another shore, The god-forsaken soil and the thorny-land, and you, my friend, the long-known bright world. When I am feeling depressed and anxiously sullen, all you have to do is kindly send me another whisper, and reveal life’s tenderness in its flesh and breath. when…

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A Good Life

When daisies pied and violets azure And mayflowers all milky-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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