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When idling around
in the picturesque countryside
at the age of a puppy
I never thought
I'd grow old and lethargic
for I was deeply convinced
I'd fly gracefully like a swan
sooner or later
A myth can seem both appealing
and satisfying
until the minute it's exploded
Now ages have passed
suddenly
I become conscious
I'm more like an ugly duckling
I never learn how to fly
but do grow gray hair
along with innumerable troubles
Supposing a good poem
can be compared to a pretty girl
then without doubt
you're the prettiest poem
I've ever read
I fell head over heels
in love with you
at first sight
Now the more I read you
the more I'm attached to you
and your profound fragrance
I have no opportunity
but to commit you
to my memory
in case
you might leave me one day
without bidding me adieu
In case that
you'd like to be a pink daisy
bashful in a vase
the focus of all eyes
even prettier than Rosemary
I'm much satisfied
with being a green leaf
beside you
to serve as a foil
to your sublime grace
seeing that
it's next to impossible
to steal the spotlight from you
When waking up
to a serene morning
I almost forgot
those chilly winds
along with the heavy winter rain
last night
while I was snuggling cozily
under the quilt
and thinking
the dead of winter
was eventually here to stay
In view of being
just a humble weed
I know
how to count my blessing
I regard myself as lucky
for I don't need to be
constantly
under the burden
of transforming myself
into the tallest tree
in the field
where I live
a simple and peaceful life
Let it be
and let me close the door
of this ancient poetry store
After the evening glow has gone
I wonder
whether songbirds still remember
how to sing their song
in tune
in a sky grey and dull
Let it go
and let the snow fall
I don't have anything beautiful
to show the world
Revised
You're not so gorgeous
as a rose
but I love you
none the less
While the whole world
is rushing for Mary or gold
I still prefer to stay with you
not because
you're never envious
but because
you're pristine
in essence
giving off a faint fragrance
on your own
in an obscure garden
having long been forgotten
by the world
On the journey
to the paradise on earth
I enjoy making a detour
and therefore
I've stepped onto many a secluded lane
One day when I woke up to see
most of my peers
had reached their comfort zone
and enjoyed an easy life
at home
whereas I was still stuck
in the middle of nowhere
I felt much puzzled
as to whether to blame
the annoying city hustle and bustle
or the flowers and the trees
in the wilderness
that had cast a spell on me
It's been freezing cold
for a couple of days
in the meantime
I kept praying for warmer days
until a moment ago
when I was having my breakfast
Immediately
it came to mind
since I could enjoy all types of food
be it sour or spicy
Why should I be so picky
about weather
From that second on
I wasn't waiting for sweet days
any longer
but appreciating bitter weather
at the moment
When the cold spell
is in full swing
I'm hiding in my shabby den
but this time
I'm neither yearning
for the summer time
nor missing the smiling flowers
in a sunny meadow
as I used to do
Instead
I'm quite enjoying
a long and satisfying hibernation
just as chipmunks do
in their burrow
and listening
to the intoxicating rhythm
of the winter rain
jingling on the glass canopy
Once you were young and fair
as the clear water
flowing in a valley stream
and I was strong and handsome
as a green mountain
I was deeply convinced
I was invincible as the rising sun
and the rosy glow
on your cheeks would never disappear
Now that
the water's getting cold
and the mountain white and old
Without a doubt
we've been playing a losing game
all our life
or fighting a losing battle
whatever you may call it
Little wonder
we were both crying at birth
I guess
we must have been reluctant
to come into existence in this world
Such being the case
we might just as well
start smiling
from now on
because we'll make our adieus
as soon as the unfair game's over
Although it's been raining
for almost a week
this worst ever cold spell
shows no sign of retreating
putting us to great inconvenience
yet I still remain radiant
believing
the coldness is reducing
the number of pests
and the rain's waking up Nature
from its deep slumber
It's been snowing
for a few days
in the mountain areas
in your place
I know
and thanks
for the inviting photo
you sent to me
in which
gentle snowflakes floating
gracefully
in the woods
look sublimely romantic
and poetic
as you are always
but I'd rather stay
in the city
for the tree lane can be
equally treacherous
and risky
when covered in snow
Given that
there're tons of delicacies
in the night market
near my place
it's a terrible ordeal
to skip dinner
especially
when I feel hungry
enough to eat a horse
when I'm not short for money
However
after I ponder
how an overloaded airplane
could take off smoothly
and land elegantly
I think twice before I dig in
Flowers are most enthralling
when they're blooming
yet they're spent
before you know it
To the best of my knowledge
we're no more perfect
than this world
The errors we made
on impulse
when young
have turned out to be
eternal tears of sorrow
Nonetheless
as long as we're still breathing
we have to let go
of our past frivolousness
and foolishness
We have to forgive ourselves
if you and I are longing to
turn over a new leaf