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A dream of distance
( Dec. 18, 2003)
Astonishing as it could be
finally I appeared
in
your sleepy eyes
like a dream
of
distance.
but
how could I
smartly
wave a fareware
to each spoony step
engraved on
those hard rocks?
I tried all my best
to withhold the tear
in my salted eyes,
only longing for
the moment
that I could realize
a dream
of
distance...
who
on earth
has ever been
standing out as
my Utopian citizens
unwaveringly...
who
on earth
has ever been
singing again and again
my most favorite song
engagingly...
who
on earth
has ever been
telling me with a great passion
the legends of the sea fighting the deserts
breath-takingly...
therefore
I wish that I could
present you with
every piece of memory
of smiles
astonishing
as it could be
finally I appeared in
your sleepy
eyes
like
a dream
of
distance
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Discovery
(Dec.17, 2003)
A tiny ant
runs a whole day
on an elephant's ear
"What a big world!"
A tiny ant
trys all the way
pulling a grain bread
"I won't starve to die!"
Memory of a day
(Dec.12,2003)
Seabird flied away for dinner
tide waving as a singer
left the lonely soul
swaying in the wind
waiting for her
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Life
(Dec. 6, 2003)
Is it
the chirm
From the remote valley
edge down upon
Flying over the ears?
Is it
the grass
on top of the mountain
with fairyism soul
Smiling at the Sun?
Is it
the rain
off the wet memory
in a soft guise
Smeshing the brittle dreams?
......
Is it?
Is it a "hurrah"
after a win of blood-and-thunder?
Is it a "Sigh"
over a bunch of failure?
Is it the mirth
in the cheerful tears?
Is it the struggle
with the everlasting despair?
......
Is it?
Is it
a "Hello"
at the crossroad?
Is it
an alarm bell
for the overload?
Is it
the kindly eyes
of your beloved?
Is it
the strong shoulder
with your trust?
......
Is it?
Is it---
a rose of Spring?
Is it---
a plum under a stone?
Is it ---
a notebook pictured with naivete?
Is it---
a flute played by the spirit?
......
Is it?
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A happy son
(Dec.1, 2003)
I know
that I will meet you
as
a happy son
Since the first sight
I caught
in your eyes
I know
I am
a happy son
I start to sing
without rhythm
like a bird
jumping on
the nest
I don't care
whether I will fall
as I know
you
are always there
and
I am
a
happy
son
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