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Tingling Wind Chime
The wind chime
hanging at the front door
is tingling
and my heart is echoing
with the soothing ringing
Yet I know
it's not so much the gentle wind
as your soft whisper of blessing
from afar
that swings the chime
and sends it jingling
Since you went away
with April rain
my garden has virtually turned into a wasteland
Empty bottles are more than enough to make a small island
yet this sorrow of mine is still on the safety land
If you don't mind
could you lend me a smile
so that I could bury it in my barren land
And wish in a little while
it might grow into an oasis of sunflowers
on the wasteland
As the heat wave
is in full play
I may appear droopy and fade
in the sizzling hot sun
As long as I hold on
a little longer
I'm sure
I'll be able to savor
the mesmerizing evening glow
in a few hours or so
The beads of sweat
on my little face
are going
to convert into simmering
dewdrops
in the next morning
Hanging on till next season
I'll have a reason
to harvest
the falling rainbow leaves
falling from the heavens
It's another summer evening
and everywhere
people are coming and going
Walking alone
on the sidewalk beside the library
I don't feel lonely at all
in this bustling city
for at least
I have my most loyal dog
named Shadow
heeling and accompanying me
all the way home
in the sunset glow
Oh
Summer Breeze
while you're humming
all the golden hair aspens are
pulling up their skirts
coyly revealing
their creamy long legs
and pirouetting gracefully
to your intoxicating melody
You know
I'm not a man of whisky
but my heart is tipsy
all the same
The cicadas won't stop bawling
it's not due to
the heat waves in July
but you
that vanished
without a goodbye
Summer breezes still
keep breezing
yet my heart like the wind bell hanging
from the ceiling
isn't singing
simply
because
you're missing
Let's take a walk
if you please
at the beach
at the first streak of sunlight
And take a glimpse
at a hermit crab
scurrying across the sand
by the boundless immemorial ocean
leaving
only a few traces
erased by the small hands of waves
in no time
along with our footprints
In the distance
there may loom a ship
carrying our dream and hope
as always
at the mercy of pending tempests
If you please
let's stroll in a casual way
till the sun sinking in the west
and then relish
the most fantastic moment in a day
If you could ignore the seagulls
home flying
squawking and wailing
Isn't it a beautiful pity
you should fly away so young
a pretty song barely sung
Isn't it a blessing
in disguise
the youthful smile is
a blue bell forever beaming in spring
the only happy memory you left for us
in this mundane place
Everything looks vague
and blurry
in my nearsighted eyes
but I don't think
I could use
a pair of glasses
It's not that
I'd feel disgusted
to see bugs
scuttling everywhere
but that
I'd rather
admire you in the mist
Some said you were dirty, ugly, and dressed badly
others said you were impolite, disagreeable, and ungracious
Well that makes the two of us
Your sadness does last forever
even after you were recognized as a master
Nevertheless
even before my poetry becomes immortal
I'm afraid my loneliness has already been eternal
If thinking of you
would stop the clock from ticking
then
I'd forget about
the falling petals in late summer
If autumn's breeze
is ready
to sweep away those yellow faded leaves
then
I'm willing to be swept away
with them
to a far-off place
If I could buy spring back
in the snowflake-flying winter
then
I wouldn't
pine away like a lonely traveler
Sitting in the shade of a eucalyptus
I rejoice over cool summer breezes
they simply keep blowing
The vibe is relaxing this morning
except for the falling leaves
like annoying flies
they simply keep coming
Since it's impossible to clean them all
the second I decide to release them all
like colorful butterflies
they fly
against a clear sky
I enjoy seeing the sunshine
caressing your young face
when you seem
coy and shy
hanging from the green vine
I'm not going to
pick you here and now
If I do
your life will go evermore sour
I know
I must have patience
before I win
your aroma of passion
I'll wait in the shade
as many days
as the heat of the sun
turns you into golden yellow
sweet and mellow
The sun is beaming brightly
this morning
and
in the green trees
little birds are still chirping
Everything is all delightful
and right
yet this heart
is still raining as last night
The summer rain went away late
last night
It's not the rainbow
that I missed
but
your charming silhouette over it
You said you were eighteen
and asked how old I might have been
I could pass off as eighteen
if you add nine and nine
but don't read it as ninety nine
I'll pen your enigmatic grin
on the green field in June
like Mona Lisa forever smiling
if you just care to give me a ring