In galaxy and nebulae
Mirrors the deep and lustrous
Kind of planet
Reflecting its alike twins
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The vine winding at wall top
Dangled serenely the yearning
Hundred leaves of vine look afar of the night sky
Thousands stars
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Do the weather leaves know
Who trod?
Who collected?
Wrote verse on every piece of withered leaf
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Deep autumn is tinted by reddish maple
Adorn gold the wood path
The falling leaves extend time’s carpet
Playing squirrels insisted the blessed midsummer
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The kite probes the sky face
Fictitious the leading thread
The children hold the distant fantasy
The shade of children’s dream
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Poetry is core of arts
It’s not strange!
Not knowing that poetry is core of all arts
It’s not strange as well!
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In dressing room
Naked eventually to see the hands and feet
See the length of hands and feet
Like to see one’s length or shortness
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The existence of god
Is abstract
But you actually subsist somewhere in the world
Is the sustained long waiting
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The voyage left the feature of hourglass
The route staggered on sea map
Loaded in one port
Unloaded in another
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Seeking a dream to embrace you
A place never been traveled
Deep in the pupil of eyes……
Sea of tears overflowing the eyes of earth
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