If only
I could realize my fantasy,
I'd rather be free
as a breeze
than live thousands of years
like an old olive tree.
If only
you could let time freeze,
I'd prefer to see you
forever young and pretty
as a pink poppy.
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If only
I could realize my fantasy,
I'd rather be free
as a breeze
than live thousands of years
like an old olive tree.
If only
you could let time freeze,
I'd prefer to see you
forever young and pretty
as a pink poppy.
Cherry blossoms are lovely to see,
yet fortunately
the trees never complain
that butterflies breeze in freely
to drink up all the nectar
and bees to steal all the pollen.
One day, if they do,
I assure you
it's not the sweet delectable cherry
that'll be on my mind
but a dreamy poetic Eden
their floating petals conjure up.
Once upon a time,
while horsing around
on the playground,
we were then so young
that we'd think
we were as good as the saplings
on the campus
and never grew old.
Once upon a time,
while burying ourselves
in piles of books,
we were then so busy
that we'd never think
we'd part one day
and never meet again.
After young pretty daisies
have turned to dust
for dozens of times,
it comes to mind
that we're no different
from floating clouds,
flying farther and farther
away from each other
every moment.
Now and then,
I can't help but wonder
whether
we'll run across each other
before
we fall down as the rain.
美好的舊日
曾經
嬉戲奔馳於操場中
當時是那麼年輕
以致於錯誤地以為
就像校園裡的幼苗
我們不會變老
曾經
埋首於書冊中
當時是那麼忙碌
以致於從未想到
有一天我們會分別
而且再也不能相會
在美麗的雛菊
凋落幾十回後
才驚覺
我們無異於
漂泊的雲朵
無時無刻地飛散
距離互相越來越遠
有時候
禁不住懷疑
在我們化成雨滴
落入塵土之前
是否有緣再相逢
I like to come here sometimes to read your beautiful lines.
Thanks, Danik, for your kind reply, which encourages me to keep on penning.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016
I should've brought you
some amaryllis
to thank you tonight,
for you came with warm sunshine.
Monday blues in December,
are so omnipotent
that they're still haunting me
like the biting cold wind outside
though it's already Tuesday.
Had it not been
for your showing up unexpectedly,
I might've been frozen stiff
and still lying
in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
Due to the late night,
there're no flowers now,
I still wish
this short poem could show
one millionth of my gratitude.
本該送些
孤挺花給你，
感謝你今晚
帶來陽光及溫暖。
雖已是星期二，
這十二月的憂鬱
如外面刺骨的寒風，
還是緊緊糾纏著我。
若不是你不期然地
出現，
我可能已結冰
在深不可測的
太平洋裡。
夜深無花，
以此小詩廖表心意。
I wrongly presumed
that I had a crush on April,
and that was the reason why
I chose the name for you.
Not until
your life had turned
into a wintry wasteland
did I realize
that I never did really love you.
Now I'm willing
to shed an ocean of tears
for you
if I have to
simply to implore my April
to come back home soon.
April reminds me of a longing for Spring during Winter.
Thanks, YesNo, for your feedback and I'm glad you take it that way.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
And they believe
that in the previous life
we were once lovers,
which may well explain the reason
why hummingbirds are always
attached to honeysuckles.
Although I'm not a hummingbird,
I desire nothing
more than to see your life
blooming beautifully and joyfully
as a honeysuckle.
It's freezing cold and raining.
Simply because
I have bigger fish to fry,
I have no choice
but to keep on trekking
along an endless lane,
which will lead me to heaven,
a castle in the air,
or nowhere~
it's anyone's guess.
Under a gloomy sullen sky,
I have to make believe
the scintillating spring is still here
and the icy tears of winter
on my face are nothing
but summer rain.
Waking up from hibernation
I feel as if
it had been ages and ages
since I last sniffed the fragrant spring breeze.
Just as the budding of grass and trees
doesn't make a great fortune,
I'm sure if I
keep following in the wordsmith's footsteps,
I will end up in a grassy field,
far far away from towns,
where there's not a decent job
for me.
Nonetheless, I'm sure
there must be bounteous fresh air
and soothing colors for all.
How silly was I
to have borne a grudge against you
when you were a peach flower
in everyone's eye?
Maybe,
I was too young a puppy
to appreciate your hidden value
which was apparently
overshadowed by your beauty,
and that's why.
Now I've learned my lesson by heart~
It's pointless to argue with spring
over the fickle weather
if one really adores the season.
Glad to read one of your meditative poem again. Welcome back.
Thanks, Danik, for dropping by and your kind words.Quote:
Originally Posted by Danik 2016