With a view to being capable
of appreciating a boundless blue sky
now and forevermore,
I'm all ready
to take a step back
before a volcano eruption,
or before hitting the ceiling.
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With a view to being capable
of appreciating a boundless blue sky
now and forevermore,
I'm all ready
to take a step back
before a volcano eruption,
or before hitting the ceiling.
On the outside,
I can clearly hear
the melancholy sound of the winter wind,
yet, how should I begin
explaining to you
that I'm no more a lost sheep?
Just as
I'm not wrenching my heart again,
simply because the swaying poppies in June
are nowhere to be found
in this wind howling season,
so am I no longer a moody man,
simply because your naive smiles in summer
are missing forever and ever.
Beautiful verses, Angliholic. Welcome back!
A voice inside of me
keeps telling me
that I should pick up my pen,
though ancient and rusty,
to write a poem once again,
not for the weather suddenly getting icy cold,
but for someone
who keeps waiting to hear from me
on the far side of the sea.
I like it!
It seems only yesterday
that I was twenty and two,
as most young men would do,
I'd linger away
my precious golden morning
around many a poppy,
swaying and hypnotizing
at a sea bay.
Now that the sun is setting,
I'm more like an old humble squirrel,
busy searching for a cozy tree hole.
I couldn't care less
if any young man comes
and plucks all the flowers home
as long as I still treasure
their intoxicating beauty
during my hibernation
in the freezing cold weather.
Thanks for this beautiful and true comeback, Angly!
Wouldn't it be better
for us
to miss each other
than to meet each other?
It's not that
I'm not reminiscing
about a lass
radiant with rosy clouds,
but that
it's been ages
since I quit dreaming
of travelling
to numerous far off places~
no more stories
to tell you face to face.
I'm so grateful to you
for shining brightly and warmly
during the daytime
in the cold winter
that I feel like crying and shedding tears.
If you remember to bring
a couple of fragrant small white flowers
to those jasmine twigs
in front of my house,
just as you did in July,
it'll be as good as a miracle.
I still have this blissful memory~
when young as April rain
you kept showering May flowers
onto my garden
in the most delightful season.
Therefore,
promise me that
you won't turn yourself again
into Cinderella's stepmother
while the night curtain is falling.
love these!
Rumor has it that
those who find comfort in yellow dandelions
in autumn are lonely people.
However,
tonight I simply find a lamppost,
shivering alone
at a chilly street corner.
Watching motorcycles and cars
bustling around this small town,
and all the busy breadwinners
in a hurry going home,
I could only wish
everything's all right
with those little humble flowers,
once blooming massively and delightfully
in my wasteland.