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“The wind tonight
Seems full of echoes
Wind in the pine,
fireflies,
lamplight from a hydro-electric station
All reminding me of a distant dream.
My memory is like a small overloaded wooden bridge
Spanning the banks of time”
―
Seems full of echoes
Wind in the pine,
fireflies,
lamplight from a hydro-electric station
All reminding me of a distant dream.
My memory is like a small overloaded wooden bridge
Spanning the banks of time”
―
“The light is on-
In the heavy, gloomy night,
Like a fisherman's light drifting.
You can think of my tiny house
As a tiny boat tossed by a storm
But I have not sunk
Because the light is still on.”
―
In the heavy, gloomy night,
Like a fisherman's light drifting.
You can think of my tiny house
As a tiny boat tossed by a storm
But I have not sunk
Because the light is still on.”
―
“My poems are
the ever yearning necklace trees
Pouring out day and night
my ever constant love for this land”
―
the ever yearning necklace trees
Pouring out day and night
my ever constant love for this land”
―
“I would be a kapok tree by your side
Standing with you
both of us shaped like trees.
Our roots hold hands underground,
Our leaves touch in the clouds.
As a gust of wind passes by
We salute each other
And not a soul
Understands our language.”
―
Standing with you
both of us shaped like trees.
Our roots hold hands underground,
Our leaves touch in the clouds.
As a gust of wind passes by
We salute each other
And not a soul
Understands our language.”
―
“Innocent eyes rise again like the stars
Shining on me, just as ten years ago.
Maybe if I hold out my hands
a golden apple will fall.
A waterfall of blood
brightens my soul as though it's in flames.”
―
Shining on me, just as ten years ago.
Maybe if I hold out my hands
a golden apple will fall.
A waterfall of blood
brightens my soul as though it's in flames.”
―
“An overturned cup of wine.
A stone path sailing in moonlight.
Where the blue grass is flattened,
an azalea flower abandoned.
The eucalyptus wood swirls.
Stars above teem into a kaleidoscope.
On a rusty anchor,
eyes mirror the dizzy sky.
Holding up a book to shade the candle
and with a finger in between the lips,
I sit in an eggshell quiet,
having a semi-transparent dream.”
―
A stone path sailing in moonlight.
Where the blue grass is flattened,
an azalea flower abandoned.
The eucalyptus wood swirls.
Stars above teem into a kaleidoscope.
On a rusty anchor,
eyes mirror the dizzy sky.
Holding up a book to shade the candle
and with a finger in between the lips,
I sit in an eggshell quiet,
having a semi-transparent dream.”
―
“The only thing I do not feel
Is my own existence
As though the woods and stars
Maybe out of habit
Maybe out of sorrow
No longer have the strength to care
About a destiny they cannot alter”
―
Is my own existence
As though the woods and stars
Maybe out of habit
Maybe out of sorrow
No longer have the strength to care
About a destiny they cannot alter”
―
“As long as there is wind at night
Wind changes the direction of our thoughts
As long as your trumpet suddenly falls silent
Seeking harmony
I will be back
By your side calmly saying
Brother, I'm here”
―
Wind changes the direction of our thoughts
As long as your trumpet suddenly falls silent
Seeking harmony
I will be back
By your side calmly saying
Brother, I'm here”
―
