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I should've stepped outside
a while ago
to take a stroll
in the park
and to relish
at the same time
the charms of the evening glow
Now it's getting darker
and darker
It seems
only a few seconds ago
that I got up
with the rising sun
Why should I have let today
pass me by so leisurely
before I strike gold
before I come up
with a stroke of genius
and turn it into a masterpiece
Perhaps
there's always tomorrow
but I dare not promise
I won't walk with sorrow
when today becomes history
It's foggy
and gloomy today
Needless to say
it's giving me
a feeling
of profound melancholy
Where it not for
the cheerful smiles
of little daisies
that I run across
in the park
nothing else
I suppose
would save me
from all the blues
What's more beautiful
I'm able
to go near them
smell them
and linger among them
without feeling shy
or speechless
It's Saturday again
and another week's gone by
I've been dreaming
dreaming one day
of hitting the jackpot
but my dream's always flying
flying in the air
and turning itself
into a wisp of smoke
Perhaps
I should learn
to be more practical
stop writing
and start buying
lottery tickets
On the other hand
if wordsmiths are destined
to lead a humble life
like a forest
offering abundant fresh air
and infinite beauty
to this mundane world
without asking
for anything
in return
then I'm willing
to be one of the trees
For what it's worth, I've never won a lottery ticket. Of course I don't buy them. Being one of the trees seems like a valuable consolation prize.
Thanks YesNo for dropping by. We've been lucky and safe for not having hit a jackpot. We still retain our sanity and that's why we're lucky.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
When the golden rice paddies
in my small town
have been changing
one by one
into high rising buildings
I can't help but wonder
wonder why I haven't left
left for a place
where there're fewer cars
but more stars
in the night sky
When the little trees
along the winding stream
in my small town
have been vanishing
I can't help thinking
thinking out loud
It's time for me to move
move to a village
where there're fewer chimneys
yet more green
in the remote valleys
It's been a while
since the last time
it drizzled
Walking
on the misty campus path
on the way home
suddenly
I feel extremely
blissful
on this peaceful morning
because
I think to myself
I'm not running a race
against the clock
or the whole world
Maybe
There're still
numerous diligent people
somewhere
making every effort
simply to keep up
with the Joneses
while I'm strolling
at my own pace
ignoring
the hustle and bustle
of this planet
and taking my time
The grey sky is heeling me
like my shadow
wherever I go
and I find no word
in my dictionary
to clearly express
this bad mood
Perhaps
there shouldn't be
gloomy weather
on earth
in the first place
Perhaps
it's time
to go into deep hibernation
in my hidey-hole
and forget about
the annoying rustle
of the cold winds
I hope
in the season
of melting snow
I'll wake up
in time
to watch again
the pretty flower seeds
germinate
Revised
In the late autumn
all I want
is merely a golden afternoon
so that
I could wander
like a small river
through a beautiful stretch
of countryside
Therefore
I beg you
to do me a small favor
Never mess up
the clear stream
that's winding along my dream
that's lively with minnows
and little shrimps
What else on earth
should I set my fancy on
without them
My beloved
Come and
let me hold your hand
that little cold hand of yours
when the late autumn sunshine
is still warm
for I'm going to take you
to the countryside
to the field
that's lively
with dancing Persian daisies
I don't mind at all
whether you're still charming
as those dazzling lasses
as long as you're still all smiles
my love for you
will be everlasting
as those shining day's eyes
Another December solstice
has passed
with the last sunshine
of late autumn
disappearing
from the golden landscape
Another new year
is coming
with the wintry storm
looming around the corner
The letters you wrote
to me
in the past
have all but turned
into pleasant memories today
I wish too
this note
I'm now writing to you
would become
a reminiscent poem
as fabulous
as a winter wonderland
in the far future
When I woke up from a nap
to find
the sun was hiding behind a gray cloud
in the gloomy sky
I couldn't believe
my gleeful day was just gone
without a trace
Soon
it began sprinkling
and getting cold and wet
I had planned
to take a carefree walk
in the park
to sit for a while
on a bench
and to meditate
on the beauty
of the lingering late autumn
Now
where should I
search for the cheerful sunshine
that had been here
all the golden morning
Last Christmas
I should've known better
than to wish you
forever young and pretty
as a fresh red rose
In reality
inside
I was then in great despair
as the bleak weather
outside
for I was clearly aware
a spent rose
can't be unspent
Therefore
I wish you
on this Christmas day
forever young at heart
which shall never grow old
which shall bring
endless joy to this world
I was fully aware
thousands of years ago
I'm not cut out for a pillar
or to be a hero
At best
being an evergreen vine
and that's my greatest yearning
Be it freezing cold
or blazing hot outside
I'm always on duty
and quietly green the world
around me
For the filthy rich
in the crowded bustling city
I'm simply useless
and dispensable
as a ladybug
I might just as well
make up my mind
and fly to a humble village
where poor
yet optimistic people
have been used to viewing me
as a street lamp
that lights up their lanes
at darkest nights