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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Suicidal At Night

Who has taken her heart away and replaced with ice? If only out of vanity, I have wondered what kind of fine lady she’d become? but she was an unlucky little girl, a convict at birth and prisoned since. I saw her again last night, during the ghostly hours when silence fell deaf, and darkness…

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Nameless Joy

My heart beating rhythmless, swiftly to arise! Faster even than thought it was done. starring evening cradled tender earth beneath, And night hung over the mountain cone. Already peeking at early dawn lights, Springtime’s rose-beauty glow, it shone upon about lovely faces, lit brightly for me to praise! From a river of clouds the Moon…

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Heaven On Earth

I was pale out of weariness, Of climbing heaven and glancing back on earth. Sliding through heavy clouds and among the glittery stars, I imagined a different birth, One that’s ever changing, like joyful eyes. dreaming above rainbows, I entertained a different faith, One that’s ever changing, like careless youth. I once sang to spring…

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See Me Or Not

See me or not, I am standing right here, Neither sad nor elated; . Miss me or not, The feeling is right here, Neither come nor go;. Love me or not, Love is right here, No more, no less; . With me or not, My hand is in your hand, No gain, no lost; .…

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When The Love Falls

These days couldn’t be more gentle, Live quiet and consoled, In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution.  Blessed are those days and nights.   The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin.    Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart, between my loving jaded pulses, a twilight is coming, a simmering ray, gently approaching, ringing…

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Meaningful

I made myself a cupful warm lavender latte, sit on futon tatami while watching wild deers grazing, at the heart of this neon city, packed by savvy faces and sophisticated converse, I’ve remained a passenger dwelling in nature’s prose. Nothing in my life is about lucky, Nothing in my story is about pretty. And despite…

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May Be

How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or shine, The strings of my violin remain dutifully hanging, not the lamenting wires of a…

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