Do not wake me up even with the genial kisses of today's sunrise, I am planting a sweet dream that will bloom for a thousand times, from this mortal moment to next eternity, yet how long is a forever? A little life is a human life, short years with a cup of tear latte, a… Continue reading Next Dawn
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The Best Gift
They have confessed their love for you, for each one saw a fragment of your soul that mysteriously kindling their very own, gentle as falling petals tickling the senses. But when these fragments eventually piece back in front of you, only you have the chance to fall in love with such wholesomeness, and becoming the… Continue reading The Best Gift
The Terminal
Like the cottonwoods decorating sweet dreams outside my window, Demure in summer verdant gown and gleam in fall tangerine hues, I was pieced together by heaven's mercy and spells of wintery abyss. An elaborated ornament I was to this human life and the alien stars, what a fool I was to be trapped between shallow… Continue reading The Terminal
A Reminder
It's Madness to resist the psalm of a fair late autumn, when the soft wind carols and the mellow moon pries, I have told no words, only an orison wished in silence, then a thousand years shall go on to praise and rejoice, for our promise have crawled the beauty of distant stars, Unexpected journey… Continue reading A Reminder
The Mystery
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
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
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
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
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… Continue reading Naming The Rain
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
Behind You (And sharing my new danceđź’•)
It seems I've deviated from your gaze, Hiding safely inside April's coy dews, Longing for a crystal world of my own. Smiles, tears, dancing all my life, dreams as the north wind blows restlessly, to bleed, to rest in penance ever willingly, and to wake at dawn still, holding a fragment of life's lamenting song… Continue reading Behind You (And sharing my new danceđź’•)
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
Narcissus
And life, by nature, is the most lavish feast, painted four seasons combined with five senses, bewitching skies and sweet gardens be my faves, but they are plain without a home and some love. Can I buy a Heaven's mansion like the gods have? I'd plant dulcet Narcissus and sip summery dews, dance every cloud… Continue reading Narcissus
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