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My dear friend, Sol,
I try hard to recall.
Yes, you’re a pretty yellow rose,
and it’ll absolutely be a great loss
for those guys
who don’t even have a chance
to savor your sweet fragrance...

Without a reason,
I dreamed of you again
last night.
Without a reason,
you lost your dear parents
as a kid
and never had a chance
to go to school
to learn how to read and write,
yet your...

For a couple of days,
the spring rain has come back
from a long journey,
and is lingering over the view.
All the trees are sprouting
and little birds chirping.
The sleepy land seems to be...

Suppose I were you,
I'd rather
appreciate the beautiful view
of a long and meandering river.
However,
If you're talking
about the life's journey,
I wish mine would be uncurving
and easy....

After a rich meal,
if you ask me how I feel,
my eyelids are leaden
with stones and feel pain,
and my body heavy
as an overloaded airplane.
Seeing that my muse has left me,
vanishing in a puff...

Alcohol tastes bitter,
but life tastes even more bitter.
That's why I'm ready
to get tipsy
whenever there're whisky.
Roses are thorny,
but why do I miss you like crazy?
Here is the reason why...

Suppose spring is a poem,
a most mesmerizing poem,
then I won't bother
or go any farther
to anatomize its beauty
because it's not a laureate's duty.
All I need to do is relax
while lying in...

Waiting for you in December
in the icy cold winter,
I don't really appreciate ruthless weather
in the slightest.
Though not being the brightest,
I'm still able to reason.
If you don't show up...

Gusty Wind,
I want to thank you
a million
for ceasing to be a villain
even before midnight.
Now I guess
I can lie down and sleep tight.
Nonetheless,
faced with the huge waves
of emotion

Just as you're a pretty fish
swimming in a tropical paradise
in spring,
so am I the sentimental
evening glow
mixing all the gorgeous colors
of life
in the western sky
in autumn.
Since it's...

Your innocent smile,
still kept in my heart for a long while,
was a forget-me-not in full swing
that I fell for last spring.
Missing the faint fragrance
you sent off in the air dripping with...

Since you went away
with April rain,
my garden has virtually turned into a wasteland.
Empty whisky bottles are enough to make a small island,
yet this sorrow of mine is still here to stay.
If...

Wandering down a country path,
I stop by a newly harvested rice paddy
with strewing straws
bathing blissfully
in the winter sun.
Not far away,
several sparrows are chitchatting
like lively...

Flowers are most enthralling
when they're blooming,
yet they're spent
even before you lament
in a remote mountain village.
To the best of my knowledge,
we're all flecked,
no more perfect ...

Your beauty
is like the soothing sunshine
in icy January,
enthralling and sublime,
but I dare not take off my clothing
to reveal my true feeling,
for I realize
you're definitely not a blessing...

I wish one day
I could somnambulate
to the lake
where you used to lie on the grass
to peer inquiringly at an exquisite face
on the surface
of the clear water.
Being a stargazer,
I guess I'd...

I love to take a stroll
along a quiet country road
to watch the winter sun
shining softly,
touching and caressing fondly
each lovely face
of the graceful small grass
along a rivulet.
And a...

If you want to know
where I came from
or where I'm going to go,
it's no different from
asking a breeze where to blow.
I'm nothing
but a roaming bum,
having no seeds of hope to plant
on your...

Thanks, Buh, for dropping by and the nice feedback.



Thanks, Tailor, for reading and the positive feedback.

Is it fate
or simply the wind
that you become my best mate?
Where have your folks gone?
In the yard,
you stand all alone.
Neither a bard,
nor a man of lion,
be that as it may,
I take a...

Beautiful. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.

When the orchard has grown
beautifully mellow,
all the blossoms are fully blown,
ready to greet a shiny new tomorrow
and leave behind our sorrow.
When uttering even a word
is too wordy,
why...

If, by accident,
you love my poetry,
a classical Chinese beauty,
graceful and elegant,
please shower me with your love,
gracious as a flying dove.
Your love is my Muse
inspiring me to keep on...

Oh!
Summer Breeze,
while you're humming,
all the golden hair aspens
start pulling up their skirts,
coyly revealing their creamy long legs,
and swaying gracefully
to your intoxicating melody....

I see through my window pane
all is quiet and calm
in a small lane
except for a few birds
singing a psalm,
praising the serenity of autumn
in the afternoon.


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