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
Category: Spontaneous writing
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
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
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… Continue reading A Girl In Painting
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
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… Continue reading Two Poppyseeds
Imperfect Lover
In synchronicity, We found one another. In escaping, We were encircled by Shadows. When the dark ships move through melting shores, When storms surge tenfold flung up endless cyclones, I see again my bright ironical names in capital letters. In this shimmering, ever glowing and peace-finding voyage, Which wave on her way will stitch my… Continue reading Imperfect Lover
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
Your Hands Hold Roses
Your hands hold roses always in a way that reaching Far to me, when I hide, doubt, and fail to believing. And when I rise, trembling under lunar and her verdant veil, the effervescent and rainless wind blows off the ancient well, awakes my flaccid face and tears up those terrifying speeches, I feel my… Continue reading Your Hands Hold Roses
The Promise
Sweet sour autumn rains fall quietly like air, And my flimsy heart is an aimless floating kite, Its purple wings seized my struggling lungs, invisibly buoy me to the rivulets of sunlights. My dreams are mostly dull and silent, Despite the realities are proud and loud, The beauty on earth is so blue, With every… Continue reading The Promise
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
The Sweetest Burden
Whenever my heartbeats out of rhythm, I secretly blame you, my friend! like a violet in the meadow grew, Bowed to earth, and hid from view: what a strange melody, oftentimes, you’ve sung to my heart's sentiments. Are you caught by bonny youth By that beloved form and fresh dew, By those eyes seem so… Continue reading The Sweetest Burden
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,… Continue reading A Good Life
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… Continue reading To Eternity, tonight
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