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If you feel like
calling on me
you need not run
all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles
for another day
for
like a whimsical zephyr
I'm everywhere
except
at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul may be
still lingering
in a green mountain
where
there's a clear stream
flowing serenely by
day and night
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The sparrows are flitting around
from branch to branch
in the woods
in this green paradise
especially bustling
on this sunny morning
It appears that they're telling
one another it's coming
The spring is coming
Let's get busy
busy as the noisy city
not very far away
just outside the fence
busy making a decent house
busy looking for a pretty spouse
busy having a nest of lovely fledglings
so that human beings
won't miss our singing
come next spring
It's a rare sunny Saturday
in the wintertime
Sitting on a bench
in the park
I enjoy watching
blissful people
taking a stroll
in the sunshine
by ones and twos
but wonder why
they tried their utmost
to stay far away
from the same sunshine
in the summertime
After this meal
the day's all but gone
in a daze
and nothing great
has been done
but what's the big deal
as there's always
another day
to make my hay
when the sun shines
no more
I'll simply
jot down my sorrow
on the seashore
come tomorrow
I've always beamed
with joy
in my dream
I've always been a tiger
if not a winner
on my whim
but when I wake up
to the fact
that I'm just a caterpillar
or rather a born loser
I want to cry
but I find
I've lost the ability
to shed tears
To make matters worse
when I need rain most
there's been
a severe drought
for a long while
If it's the Almighty's will
to humble me
then I'm ready
to eat humble pie
and become pious
Isn't a calm sea
heavenly
and soothing
Why must there be
once in a while
fatal tempests
above the sea
that destroy the peace
and why must there be
mysterious whirlpools
in the sea
which engulf vessels
and people
without mercy
If there has to be
someone
crying an ocean
by the sea
let it be me
Wandering down a country lane
I stop by a newly harvested rice field
with strewing straws
bathing blissfully in the winter sun
Not far away
several sparrows are chitchatting
like naughty noisy lasses
I hope
they're not talking about me
behind my back
for I'm not a straw man
nor will I scare them away
when they're enjoying
those scattered grains
How can I explain to them
I'm lying here
simply to savor the delightful sunshine
along with the gentle touch
of the January breeze
I couldn't care less
if they think of me as a rice worm
idling away the golden day
this way
for I'm not a go-getter
and never take delight
in making money or war
All I need is peace and harmony
in the afternoon
I ran across an old man
when eating my lunch
Though he's not as rich
as Bill Gates
not as eloquent
as Dr. King
and not as smart
as Albert Einstein
yet whenever I think of
his humble attitude
his simple words
and his sincere smile
I feel as if
the spring breeze
is blowing across my face
and therefore forget
it's still wintertime
Thanks a million
Gusty Wind
for stopping growling
even before midnight
Now I think
I can lie down
and sleep tight
Nonetheless
faced with the huge waves
you stirred up
in the ocean of my heart
I simply have no idea
how to calm down
not to mention
reaching nirvana
As a toddler
I was bewitched
by your enigmatic light
followed you
and hence
came to this foreign land
by accident
For all those years
I've always been bungling
and immature
as I haven't learned
how to read the emotions
of others
and the complicated rules
in this world
Come on
Firefly
fly back and take me
to the place
in the distant planet
where I belong
for I feel really out of place
at this very moment
You left me just a few hours ago
which seemed ages and ages to me
Without you around
my mind is messy
as the disheveled hair
on the head of a hobo
People say
another cold front's on the way
I'm afraid
this world will become eventually
beyond hope
barren as the Arctic circle
with only winds
growling and howling
Don't ever leave me
my mistress
for you're my Muse
my inspiration
Only with your stroke of a genius
will I be capable of painting
in my poem
a meadow with countless wild flowers
on this freezing wilderness
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I hope one day
I can somnambulate to the lake
where you used to lie
on its bank
and contemplate
your beautiful face
on the surface
of the mysterious water
Being a caterpillar
I guess I'd also gaze
long not at my own reflection
but your enthralling reincarnation
the swaying daffodil
graceful like a pretty girl
If I could borrow
some delightful petals
from the daffodil
to hide my blues away
perhaps I wouldn't consider
plunging into the water
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Good morning
lovely lasses and lads
please don't bother
to clean up the fallen leaves
on the campus
after the early spring rain
for they're no different
from the flowers
in April
or the colorful butterflies
in July
You may wonder
whether it's practical
to leave them scattering
here and there
on the pavement
Definitely not
but they forms
a yellow brick road
leading me
to a paradise of beauty
when it's still too chilly
for the spring blossoms to bud
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For a couple of days
the spring rain
has come back
from a long journey
and is lingering
All the trees are sprouting
and little birds chirping
The sleepy land
seems to be waking up
from its deep winter slumber
whereas
when and how
will the seed inside me
begin to bud
since you're still
nowhere to be found
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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
yet your heart was pure
and beautiful as Mother Nature
Without a reason
you were full of love
when you had your family
though you were
a struggling farmer
all your life
Without a reason
you went to heaven
many years ago
yet I still come across you
once in a while
in my dreams