White Noise
The crickets arouse not only nostalgia plight
Some one may be afflicted lovesick in heart
That night, thousands of miles apart
We talked into dawn over the insect concert
as if at home under the same moonlight
Love is a hazard, deadlier than to die
But I pray, please, tell me a white lie
To last me through the white noise
Even if no redemption but I’ll rejoice
Love Unrequited
Some love is bound to be unrequited
Like an egret’s solo dance upon the pond
The crickets sing all summer in the patch
Play and reply in philharmonic concert
Until Nirvana in the late autumn spright
Yet some remain strangers to each other
Only a summer graph is itched in the night
Like the pond echoed the egret’s ceremony
Not all love come to blissful matrimony
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Author:
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