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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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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Do You?

I can feel you, when I watch the sunlight glimmer, over the sea, when the moonbeams shimmer, over the stream. I can hear you, when the dust swirls high with a traveler passes by, when the nightingale sings with a lovely tilted eye. Strolling with my veiled steps, Into the twilight’s bright path, Echoed within thousands…

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A Vision in Evanescence

In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with…

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