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A Lonely Traveller

Since we are all broken-spirited travellers on this lonely planet, what need is there to have known each other before we meet?

  1. My Dear, I Have to Say Goodbye!

    by , 08-19-2010 at 12:27 PM (A Lonely Traveller)


    My dear,

    I have to say goodbye now!
    I have to go with the summer wind
    to find out the meanings of life,
    to see why there are so many flowers on earth
    as charming as you!


    When you miss me,
    you might as well take a look at the wandering clouds;
    floating like them,
    I'm traveling everywhere.


    When you see a shooting star
    on a darkest night,
    you'll know it's my life~
    ...

    Updated 08-20-2010 at 05:51 AM by angliholic

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  2. Day in, Day out

    by , 08-19-2010 at 03:16 AM (A Lonely Traveller)



    Day in, day out
    a young lad hangs on, digging
    a fountain of spring.

    Tick in, tack out
    he appreciates every tingling
    in flowery spring.

    Day out, dusk in
    petals are all falling out
    in the evening.

    Snow in, white out
    Rosy glow has all faded out
    in the sighing.

    Updated 08-19-2010 at 03:54 AM by angliholic

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  3. When Zephyr Calls on Me

    by , 08-18-2010 at 04:09 AM (A Lonely Traveller)


    When Zephyr calls,
    the wind bell,
    hanging from the ceiling,
    will ring.

    When you visit,
    my heart,
    pining away for longing,
    will sing.


    Updated 08-18-2010 at 07:44 AM by angliholic

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  4. The dark sky is fantastic

    by , 08-17-2010 at 09:26 PM (A Lonely Traveller)


    The dark sky is fantastic,
    through a misty eye,
    as the deepest blue water,
    with pearls scattering everywhere,
    as well as
    enigmatic as a blue jellyfish,
    a will o the wisp,
    or a whimsical wheel,
    glowing and floating alone
    in the boundless universe.

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  5. Spanish Romance inside My Guitar

    by , 08-16-2010 at 10:56 PM (A Lonely Traveller)
    A casual glimpse may leave
    a bruise
    on your delicate luscious skin.

    At the thought of
    holding your willowy body
    in my arms,
    from head to toe, I tremble!

    Caressing your silky hair softly
    with one hand,
    I strum your heart strings gently
    with the other
    when we start to play Spanish Romance,
    the forbidden game.

    Ah! The melody you're humming is so sweet,
    so alluring
    I'm tingling ...

    Updated 08-17-2010 at 12:08 PM by angliholic

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