Birds are flying in the autumn air
What do I see when I look at a wall?
A boat; I’m sitting there
What more?
A river
Surrounded by the hills
Numerous halcyon flying in the autumn air
I sprinkle them food
Anything more?
I’ve given them a safe place
That I don’t have either
It’s Raining
It may raining somewhere heavily
Fear is mixed up there
Hidden scenes are there too
Extinct childhood as well
But still I want to let float those firs by the shadows of twilight
Haze laughter
All the way to self knowing, chains of feet
Let to vanish bright shine of the face
Let the desire to burn on ashes
It’s meant to go away
And every going plays depressing Esraj
Memory
I look forward to the past
And the platform leaves me away
After a long absence
All of the known passages float in the vacuum
But I’m walking towards the same way
Inside from outside
High to low
All I know is that
The echoes rolled down on the memories only
And all of a sudden it shuffles me in all the way.
Feminine gesture
Life that danced in feminine gesture
Like the heroine of a wonderful story of a pleasant joy
Dreamer rotates a wheel in gray vacuum
But I fly and remain in the country of clouds
Pale of whiteness stagnant and accumulate dust there
The way a frozen body float in a vacuum boat of a abandon restaurant
The desire of waking up by breaking the water
Purely decorated as Indra
The dark fir and brutality remains behind the scene
Sometimes light comes down to dim and off to the distance blue sky
But there couldn’t have such a failure story as well.
Dark well
Every human being is carrying the huge ocean of immense sorrow
And countless people drowned there in this dark well
The dreaded restless dark winks flutter like a flying bird!
Have you ever thought?
How many hundreds of vultures wings plays in this gray city of break forest
There comes down fossils of deep winter
In my addicted eyes when I see your irresistible rule
I feel like fog
The entire day I have drawn the tunes of color coatings in this soundless sea beach
I have tied Mouhua flowers anklet to my legs
Once you said that dust storms of gray foam fly on the door of roads
In this trading oriented civilized country
When springs comes like silent cry leaves fall in the midst of fatigue
And the road of smooth pitch mixed with love in the deepest sea…
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