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By chance
I look out my window
from my place
in the late morning
I notice
and feel amazed
the trees are budding
on the outside
refreshing pretty and lovely
as a newborn baby
then it comes to mind
only last night
it was still raining
dark and wet and cold
If we're born
and destined to roam
all our life
like floating duckweeds
easier to separate
than to cling to each other
then why not let a small river
carry us to wherever
the water flows
The time when
we're happy together
may be as short
as a joke
yet we'll turn it into eternity
in our sweet memory
(Revised)
If you were a white cloud
I'd rather be
a green mountain
lying flat on my back
gazing admiringly at you
up above my head
night and day
Don't be upset
if I'm gaping and speechless
Not very far away
there's a little brook
rippling a sweet melody
on my behalf
If you happen to wonder
what I'm most worried about
then you'll see
it's you
that might get sad one day
and turn into tears
I'm not afraid
to get soaking wet
but I might miss you for ages
before running
into your reincarnation
once again
Revised
When you were young
and enchanting as a flurry
of falling cherry blossoms
I was seriously blinded
in word and deed
at that time
How I wished
to be able to lie
under your dazzling spell
day and night
and never wake up
Now the dreamy days
have all passed away
No more charming petals left
but sweet cherry fruits
Maybe you're now reaping
a rich harvest
whereas I’m still lost
in the nostalgic past
under the tree
A tiny pearl
is sure to 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
The last cold front
has confined me
to my small igloo
turning me into an Eskimo
for almost a week
I felt so freezing cold
that I forgot
there was once a season
named spring
As soon as the rain
lets up
I step outside
hearing the birds chirping
in the tree
and seeing the azaleas
are blooming
along the roadside
All of a sudden
I remember
it's already March
and time
for a sorrowful heart
to bloom
In the season of sunshine
I am singing for you
like singing for the season
of May flowers
coming hand in hand
with April showers
Now, it's right time
for romance and poetry
and here you are
filling the garden of my life
with cheerful beauty
You're a delightful rainbow
more colorful
than all the flower petals
Revised
If you can't bring me flowers
this May
I won't feel surprised
and be disappointed
for last April
there were fewer rain showers
than usual
and I'm not worried
like me
this world is getting old too
nevertheless
I'm really concerned
I won't be able
to see pretty rainbows again
over your head
So capricious are you
that you didn't show up
when I needed you most
in April
and I
along with some little flowers
have just survived
a prolonged
and deepening drought
in the long run
but now you're throwing us
a heavy wet blanket
in May
when all we want is nothing
but sunshine and smiles
For no reason at all
you've been raining cats and dogs
for almost a week
and there is no sign
that you will be letting up soon
Well
you can have it your way
and keep raining
forever and ever
to your heart's content
I don't mind at all
Though I have no other place
to go
I can bury myself in the library
as always
reminiscing the good old days
and crying
crying for a beautiful tomorrow
of which I dare not dream
On one April morning
while riding my bike
to the middle of nowhere
I smelt
the nostalgic spring breeze
meandering on the road
I felt alive
and rejuvenated
at once
and eager
to write down the feeling
but suddenly
I was aware that
though the breeze is still young
and refreshing
as a little girl
yet I had lost
my fervent summer
since a long time ago
Since you assured me
the sun will rise tomorrow
I'd also like to promise you
the leaves
of those jasmines
in front of my little hut
will be greener
this coming summer
and their little white flowers
will be more fragrant
this year
and for many years to come
but it's a bit pity
that I can't promise you
we'll be able to stay young
forever and ever
to appreciate them
Pretty Rea
Thanks for your kindness
Thank you
for often leaving no stone unturned
in praising my poems
even though most of them
are dull as dishwater
At least they are
when compared
with your heavenly beauty
I should count my blessings
for there is such a graceful lady
somewhere in this world
who cares a dime
about my lousy works
but once in a while
a whimsical thought may cross my mind
~~You're too Beauteous to be real
Perhaps
it's simply that
I've been having a sweet dream
If yes
please be nice
and don't wake my up
The lovely pink lotus petals
along with
the fresh green pads
startle me
and remind me that
it's joyful June again
I shouldn't have taken the path
that leads me to
this vibrant lotus pond
Of course
I still savor the heady fragrance
but the young bride nearby
is no longer the one
I knew so well
a long long time ago
Most beautiful
I truly have no words. . .
I read these from today's on up and they read like a beautiful prayer from nature.