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You're a pretty poem
and I'd like
to read you fondly
in the serene morning
when you're most
enthralling
In the meanwhile
I won't feel frustrated
if you're constantly
and forever changing
like a kaleidoscope
for I know
the only thing
that won't change
is your true colors
It was in the season
when daffodils
were in full bloom
that we came across
each other
Like two trails
once crossing each other
now you've gone
your way
and I mine
With the changing colors
of green leaves
my heart is fading away
little by little
It's been a long while
since I could dream of you
Now that
it's impossible
for us
to get together again
why not let our story
along with
the summer dream
be put down
on a page of poetry
~~Revised
If this is
the last picture
I paint
it's not
a delightful bouquet
but the faint blush
on your cheek
If this is
the last poem
I write
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore
If there's something
I want to say
to you
on this cold and blue
Monday morning
It's not
how much
I love you
but how are you
Revised
The previous cold front
lingered only a few days
Thank Heaven
for the mercy
the sun is shining
so brightly
for the time being
that people
strolling on the streets
are all smiles
though it's a bit windy
Yet I still feel inactive
and unwilling
to step outdoors
Maybe
you will guess
in the midwinter
there are no more flowers
swaying on the sidewalk
to warm the heart
I hate to admit it
but I really
miss those days
when your lips
were more charming
than all cherry blossoms
Goodbye to you
My sweet lass of yesterday
It’s not that
I don’t care about you
any more today
but that I can't stand
to see your loveliness
turning into
a string of melancholy
in the evening
Farewell my beauty
from the immemorial past
When the sun rises
tomorrow morning
l sincerely wish
you might be refreshing
as a blue water lily
after a shower of rain
Please save your flowers
along with the applause
for those who
long for them most
I need to
maintain my composure
before I've climbed over
the highest mountain peak
before I've reached
my Shangri-La
I don't want to
get beside myself with joy
in this fool's paradise
More often than not
I envy my neighbor
not because
the grass is greener
but because
what's worse
the flowers are always
more breathtaking
on the other side of the fence
Fortunately
I'm still under the illusion
that my poetry is always
more spellbinding
Once in a while
I'd like to glide and fly
like an eagle
in the immense sky
I'm not taking an airplane
or a jet plane
Why
It's the wings
of my imagination
which enable me
to soar high
easy as eating a pie
If life is nothing but a dream
why not paint it
on a winding stream
If love is a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
forever and ever
let's treasure it in our heart
like a wide-eyed boy
Revised
Last summer
I should've left sooner
for a place
of serenity and peace
when the last poppy
after flowering
was about to wither
in the lush green pasture
I should've written a dirge
so mournful and beautiful
that it's sure to linger
on your lips forever
as well as in your soul
something so blue for you
to remember me by
for the rest of your life
On the first day
of the new year 2015
people are stepping outside
in groups
toward the park
to readily embrace
the rare warm sunshine
in the relentless cold season
before flowers are budding
It's a pity
that I can't find your face
among them
But does it really matter
for simply
thinking of you
my heart turns warm at once
even in the deep of night
even if winter is dead
On a gloomy morning
while I was wandering
along a lonely road
leading to the hustle and bustle
of a municipality
I looked into the distance
as far as I could
trying hard to
find out where my future was
but without muck luck
I felt so lost
I can't remember
whether I shed tears or not
for it was raining cats and dogs
at the miserable moment
Now it's a freezing cold evening
I raise my head
and gaze at the grey sky
trying hard to
search for my previous self
the young man
decades of years ago
but in vain
I feel so alone
that I really hope
it'll be pouring down with rain
in no time
Sonny
Please don't ask me
whether or not
I've seen
the magnificence
of Taipei 101
as long as the forest
is forever green
in the mountain
and the water
is forever flowing
in the stream
of Formosa
I don't mind
whether I've ever been
to Rome or not
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
If life is too heavily
loaded with gemstones
for me to fly freely
or leisurely
up to the blue sky
I'd rather be
a wisp of smoke
having nothing
but elegant ethereality