1: The Light
simmered all night
by the quiet moonlight on the pond,
the lotus flowers stretch
their blossoms, petals by petals;
and lift their stems, vertebra by vertebra,
and say:
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
when the first word meets
the first fiber of light at dawn.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
a morning dewdrop glides off
the wavy lotus leaves
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
waking from the dream of a thousand gods,
a soul just slip back inside my body--
a sign of life....
2: The Wind
the mane of the white horse,
is the brush of the wind,
writing inexplicable words
as it walks passed me,
i walk into a dream...
by a cathedral,
the statues in the children's garden
are all playing hide and seek,
a sign of life...
riding on wild horse
the white wind--
DEFINITION 3: The Water
(To be continued...)
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simmered all night
by the quiet moonlight on the pond,
the lotus flowers stretch
their blossoms, petals by petals;
and lift their stems, vertebra by vertebra,
and say:
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
when the first word meets
the first fiber of light at dawn.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
a morning dewdrop glides off
the wavy lotus leaves
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
waking from the dream of a thousand gods,
a soul just slip back inside my body--
a sign of life....
2: The Wind
the mane of the white horse,
is the brush of the wind,
writing inexplicable words
as it walks passed me,
i walk into a dream...
by a cathedral,
the statues in the children's garden
are all playing hide and seek,
a sign of life...
riding on wild horse
the white wind--
DEFINITION 3: The Water
(To be continued...)
© all right reserved
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