But there must have been a better way: You can show her that she is beautiful. Your eyes quiet as twilight adoring only her moon, Your hands like winds lifting her up from deep sea, Your presence like mountains grounding her stars. Still, She'll rid your sweet words, chivalrous tricks, then show her your devotions… Continue reading Beautiful
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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… Continue reading Summer Rose
Half A World Away
You are half a world away, standing right next to me, speaking silence in a dream, with lissome cherrywood and eyes as bright as sunlights on a stream. I scarcely believed one day I’d love, and to endure vicissitudes and changing seasons, But Love mimics not the falling fruit, from the withered December trees, but… Continue reading Half A World Away
Last Hues of Autumn
Claret sugar maple, Ginkgoes of fading gold, Now falls tenderly the last hues of autumn, Mischievously stirring a momentary discontent, from the ample bosoms of the sullen years buried, And to fright the souls again with fragmentary plights. How I wished the pearly clouds landing beside in victorious wreath, and garland of promises, Fly me… Continue reading Last Hues of Autumn
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