KunJung Hsiao

Honey,
I don't want to be your mask,
only use for a short time,
and then be discarded.
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The passions of the ocean call me from the tumult in the temple fair
When colors of sunset melt into the shadows of the waves.
Drums resounded in my mind are hushed into peace,
As the whispers of the wind are in harmony with the song of the ocean.
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When my heart is still beating,
feel the change in the world,
let memories connect life,
and time becomes meaningful.
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The breeze of the forest,
the breathing of creatures,
the moving of the stars
harmonize in silence.
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With a cup of tea,
a leaf of a book,
sip the silence of the night.
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If you can't feel
the changes in the world,
time will be frozen,
thousands of years are as a moment.
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Buds spring in spring, leaves fall in fall.
Seasons chase time with constant steps.
We chase seasons and get older.
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Dear, no matter how I look,
when my hair is turning grey,
and my face is growing wrinkles,
I am still the one you know.
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Maple's red leaves are falling,
as autumn wind becomes chill.
Summer's passion still remains,
the winter is quietly approaching.
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When winter comes,
I will hang my love on the first quarter moon,
so you can feel warm when you look up.
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Apathy darkens the sky
after sunset pinks the clouds.
Brook sobs whisper
when far mountains fade out.
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A careless melody touches me,
hooks up fragments of the past story,
the buried hurt in my heart,
in the darkest corner of my memory.
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Sip a cup of tea and poetry on a quiet night.
See the light and moon drawing the loneliness outside.
The shadows of the branches sway in the north wind.
The roar is so near, but there is warmth in my mind.
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You are my happy dove,
bring me the dream of love.
when you flew into my grove,
I found that the world you wove.
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Nightmare is leaving on the thankful season.
Snowflakes put on pure cloth for ground.
The north wind brings the breath of Christmas,
when the moon climbs above the trees.
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North wind roar in the chill,
the moon drifts in the dark
when people breath-hold expect
and look at the clock.
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Happiness is free,
breath of the wind,
light of the sun,
If you can feel.
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A port is on a rainy night.
What wet the staring sights?
As no stars twinkle in the sky,
only the winds breathe a sigh.
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Sparrow, who is small but proud,
rides the wind, across the field,
drinks some dewdrops and water.
sings a song, and drifts to my window.
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I'd rather be a cloud in the sky,
sorrow but peaceful.
Don't wanna become rain fall into the Earth.
Thunder has no reason,
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