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My words just don't go to the right place
when we come face to face
I couldn't care less
which face
could launch a thousand ship
If I can still maintain my eloquence
in your presence
Hence
I have no choice
but to sing of you in my poetry
even though it may sound a bit silly
When trees begin to put on
red and purple
I'll write down my longing
for you
on a leaf of maple
drop it in the air
and hope
a gentle breeze
may send it into your dream
Repetition
I'll plant an ocean of sunflowers
on the inside of my heart
since there is nothing but illusions on this earth
When in deep despair
I'll remember to close both of my eyes
and see those cheerful smiles
with the other
In the season of sunshine
I was waiting for you
under the sky of blue
like waiting for the season of falling leaves
the mellow tide for romance
Now
here you are
perfuming my garden with elegance of art
You're a gorgeous maple
more colorful than all the flower petals
I'd love to keep my poetry
as brief as can be
like the miniskirt a young girl wears
The shorter it is
the more beauty it reveals
A tiny pearl may glisten
more brightly
than a mountain of sand
When there is a mountain of sand
in a poem
how could we expect the pearl
to shine through
And you're leaving in such a hurry today
it seems only yesterday
you came to visit me
Rosebuds are still young and pretty
For one more day
will you be able to stay
to appreciate their charms together in May
Laying my head upon your lap
I can see the carefree clouds
drifting gracefully
high above in the blue sky
like swans swimming in the pond nearby
Summer breeze is blowing gently
wafting your faint fragrance upon me
your soft long hair all over my face
like amazing grace
Lying here for a thousand years and more
let your tender green leaves
fall and cover me with layer after layer
of your loving caress
Till one day of you I'm a part
till death do we never part
Simply love you
and don't ask me why
Love you like
little birds love the clouds in the blue sky
Love you like
may flowers love April showers
Love you like
you're the sunshine
and I am the Arctic permafrost
I'm taking a rest
in the shade of a banyan tree
while the sun is blazing
without mercy
Counting fallen leaves
one by one
like stories of my life
scattered along the journey
Watching clouds drifting by
like dreams of my youth
passing me by
When the sky is painted
with the evening glow
should I follow
the setting sun or
a homeward bound swallow
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~
short but leaving a delightful trail of light!
If you were a white cloud
I'd rather be a blue mountain
lying flat on my back, watching you up above my head
gazing at you night and day
Don't be upset
if I'm gaping and speechless
for there's a little brook beside
rippling you a sweet melody on my behalf
If you ask what I'm worried about most
then you'll see
it's you that might get sad one day
and turn yourself into tears
I'm not afraid to get soaking wet
but I might miss you for ages
before running across
your reincarnation once more
Pal
I really adore the truth the depth
and the philosophy
you presented in your poetry
All is perfect
except that I felt giddy
while reading it
and indigestion after consuming it
I have been walking
along this winding mountain trail
covered with small pebbles and fallen leaves
for too long and too far
I forget where I am now
I can't even recall
why I took this journey in the first place
The cicadas' love songs are fervent
as the blazing sun
and all the honey bees are dancing and singing
around their sweet daisies
But there seems no spring for me
Maybe if I keep trudging on
I'll come across a peach village
embraced by a cool brook
Maybe not
before the sky is painted pitch black
Is it fate or simply the wind
that you become my best friend
Where have your folks gone
In the yard, you stand all alone
If you ask how much I love you
I'll tell you the truth
Were you the morning glory
then I'd be the strong green tree
you nestle up to
Just to catch a glimce of your violet blue
in the morning
I'm willing
to be entwined a thousand times
by your tender green arms
I'm perfectly all right now
if you could only erase
those broody clouds from my window pane
I couldn't feel better now
if you could only obliterate
those footprints you left on my memory
Don't you worry about me now
if you could only find me a needle
to stitch up those pieces of pain
Why must a caterpillar
ruin a rosebud so pleasant to the eye
Is it greed
or simply the green eye
that can't bear to imagine a blossom
more beautiful than a butterfly
Whether on Monday or Tuesday
or Wednesday or Thursday or Friday or Saturday or Sunday
I am OK everyday
except for the day
when my Muse goes on a holiday
that's my most woeful day
When I left you
I pretended I didn't care about you
anymore
so that you'd miss me no more
Now it's a brand new spring
though it's still wet and freezing
cold outside
I hear the howling
and hope it's not you're crying
I'm coming back home
from a long journey
not to tell you many a story
but to see
if you've found your own rose garden
When love has become sweet and ripe
overwhelmingly pleasant
even a word is too redundant
Why not reap this apple memory
with tears and smiles
on our faces
in the season of harvest
Your innocent smile was a forget-me-not
in full swing
I fell for last spring
missing the faint fragrance you sent off
in the air
I kept growing white hair
But I think
it doesn't really matter now
for in every petal of a blue forget-me-not
I see a smile I pine for a lot
Were poems planted like blossoms in my garden
then I should rejoice to see numerous bees and butterflies
like cheerful lasses
come flying to collect sweet nectar in the morning
and turn it into honey of blissfulness
Come evening
I shall go back home with jaunty steps
smiles written all over my face
When spotting a gorgeous rose
unfurling in a pile of stinky manure
I feel a most fragrant iris
starting to grow
in my sorrow
In the morning
you were still beaming
brightly like the sunlight in July
All of a sudden
gloomy clouds are flung everywhere
concealing my azure sky
tears pouring down like the thundershower
in the afternoon
in summer
Walking alone in the street
listening to the rhythm of rain you bring
I'm not scared of your lightening or thundering
let alone get dripping wet
For I'm sure
the minute your tears run dry
is the minute I'm about to sample
the most calming rainbow
on your face
Walking on a sidewalk
I caught a glimpse of a yellow flower
smiling quietly in a crack
I felt so cheerful
that I forgot where I was heading
I stopped to ask about her name
though I realized it didn't make any sense
With or without a name
she is still the same elegance
giving off fragrance
none the less
You're quivering outside
unaccompanied
in the early morning rain
The purple corsages you wear
catch and open my drowsy eyes
in the cold air
Your green blouse is swinging
in the autumn breeze
intoxicating
and tugging at my heartstrings
I've got a strange feeling
we seem to have made a promise
ages and ages ago
To meet each other once more
someday somewhere somehow
A thundershower woke me up
early this morning
Summer heat has finally given way to autumn chill
I keep telling myself I should wear a smile
on my face
especially when birds are still singing
and girls are still flowering
Do you happen to see mine in your place
I'm able to walk in the rain without an umbrella
but I don't think I can manage to go out
without a smile
My dear Nigella
You're from an exotic land
more mysterious than your misty name
Helen might be worth a thousand words
yet I can't find words
to depict your elegance
which is sure to humble all the lasses
on this land
When you grace my dreamland
my world turns into love in a fanciful plain
dripping with soothing rain
Please
don't let the phone ring in the morning
when someone is still dreaming
Last summer
we came across each other
like a gentle wind
wafting across a floral field
A happy encounter
left behind
beautiful memories
like flower petals scattering
in the field
You said then
they were your sorrowful tears
in parting
Now I regret to say
they were more like my wistful sighs
when grieving
And you're a shepherd girl
from the exotic land of fresh grass
I'm a jolly cloud
wandering from a Far East ancient town
While floating high above
I catch a glimpse of a buttercup
sweet as your smile in the meadow
How I wish to be a white lamb
to be able to rest my head upon your lap
to let your small whip
fall gently like raindrops on my body
Yet I know I'm fated
to roam without a destination
it's clear as the water flowing in a brook
When you're counting your sheep at sunset
you're sure to miss me
And if you never give up calling my name
even in the dream
then you'll be a true love of mine
The way you write your parody really
cracks up my belly
I've been wondering why you think of the pope
every time you come
instead of Mary or Sharry
Whether you're baldy or not
it doesn't really
matter for you're always happy go lucky
And Sharry is visiting us in the autumn breeze
her rosy cheeks are sweet as a pink cherry
If you feel really hungry
I won't pinch any of my penny
to see you're all smiley
This old clunker of mine
is still perfectly fine
Every part looks young as green corn
and buzzes loudly as a vibrant hornet
except for the horn
You don't have to utter a word,
and I know you're poetic and romantic
as an autumn breeze.
Whenever you visit,
you paint my world yellow and purple.
But I hate to admit
you're a bit sentimental!
The boundless blue sky you bring,
along with those moody clouds,
is something I can never obliterate easily
from my memory!
Maybe
I'll never have a chance to see you again
yet I'll recall you like summer rain
my little flower
Maybe
I'm like a bee getting lost in this concrete jungle
yet I'm still dreaming of a soap bubble
my pure flower
When each bird flies softly by,
waving goodbye to the moody blue, sailing serenely
to a greener land,
leaving me but piles of lonesome clouds,
how I wish
to be able to cut off the line
that has been controlling my life!
One day
when finally I am free
from the hand that holds the line of my destiny,
I wonder whether I'll be flying freely
like a bird or falling
like a free-flying kite from the top
of the world!
Walking in the summer rain
alone
in the afternoon
I don't think
I need an umbrella or a blue balloon
Nor am I a great fan
of getting dripping wet
like a lonely tree
framed in a roadside vignette
I simply enjoy seeing the way
the rain
washing away
the dust and the pain
from those rejuvenating tiny green leaves
along with my griefs
You should've known better
than to tie a skylark with a fine feather
to the knot
for he did not
sing for you in your cage
whether at a young or old age
though he did sing with a good grace
at another place
Frogs frogs frogs ...
Do you cloak so noisily
like politicians
the whole night through
simply
over some trivial mosquitoes
Or
do you feel
forever lonely
too
though
surrounded by millions
of your folks
If so
then I'm willing
to compromise
my serenity