Root sounds.
I prefer intimate pathos.
Not easy.
I don't live
in night.
Yellow words
on green thoughts.
The fall was
imminent.
I wait for the snow
to bury my past.
Love becomes fluid
I was never dead.
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Author:
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Comments1
'I prefer intimate pathos.
Not easy.
I don't live
in night.
Yellow words
on green thoughts.'
thank you, Guru!
these lines remind me
of Li Bai's: 'Hard is the Journey'
(I lay my chopsticks down,
no more can banquet,
I draw my sword and stare
wildly about me:
Ice bars my way to cross
the Yellow River,
Snows from dark skies to climb
the T'ai-hang mountains!
At peace I drop a hook
into a brooklet,
At once I'm in a boat
but sailing sunward...)
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