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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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 Love Mission

At last, the creator speaks: My child, To recognise happiness you must first suffer, To understand humanity you must first stagger, To acquire compassion you must first in tear, To encourage bravery you must first meet tiger, Then we will see you climb this magic ladder, to embrace your eternal lover, and spread your lights…

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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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The Infamous Coup

It’s done, I left. And, disinherited. They sworn I’d be left on my own, So tell me, Good Lords, Have I ever not been on my own? I am weary of the living,  Weary of the long, blind struggle; I am weary of the trusting, Where my trusts but torments prove;  Weary of the dimly…

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I Believe In Me

Happiness….. Not in another place, but this place; Not for another hour, but this hour; Not in sweet heaven, but this bitter earth; Not desired by stars, but this weary heart. We have wasted so much life, worried about future, dwell on past, afraid of a true self, fear of the collective. We want love,…

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Youth, Still?

Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown…

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Confide

Sometimes I refrain to write, It costs too much nerves to confide, I am the easy-going type, who kept my world tight. Sometimes I eager to write, Astonished by soul”s hidden line, I am the dreamer type, yet rides the earthy tide. Sometimes I prefer the grand symphony, With rose, champagne, tympani, But all I…

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