Color in deep Fall

The aged hamlet was solitude in deep fall,

Cold rill brought red leaves and abandoned houses.



Foliage of apricot was dancing with the wind off the wall,



Bald twigs were waving toward the sky, lonely and sorrow.

Fishing by the ocean

Sitting in idle by the ocean,and fishing,

The cloud was so thick, and high.

Autumn fishes were breathing bubble strings,

While salty wind was ocean waves breezing.

High and low

Cruising high up sky
Got dragged down to lie
Unable I’m to cry
What a wondering life

The somber tears knock
My heart soften got
Picky I was not
Passion chains me lock

High dreams’ been haunting
My mind’s been blasting
Life’s in high believing
Seldom lower staring

My mind is high
Low be my life
Either low or high
I combine bitter smile

Poor old lady

This morning I walked by a poor old lady dressed in filthy clothes sitting by the corner. People were just walking by heedlessly. A feeling of sympathy and sentiment came into my heart.

The poor old lady
Sitting there all the day
Filthy dirty dressing on
Stinky smell surrounding air

Heedless people walking by
Slimy dog threatens vile
No body of you cares
Poor old lady dies

What is it that you
Write on the ground
Careless of all around
Is it what you ponder

People frown you upon
Parry you carefully from
Once happily born
Loveless living torn

Poor little lady
By the corner sit
Is it all your fault
Or so cruel the world

Together

Together, plain as it seemed to others
When you casually spoke out.
And neither of us dare imagine,
Inside our heart grows love.

Together, zeal were aroused,
In kissing to and fro between.
I uttered your shining eyes I love,
You said you love being with me.

What makes me thinking?

What makes me thinking?
And what makes me being?
Being is to thinking?
Or thinking is being?

What will be a being,
if without thinking?
And what makes thinking
a right being?

Thinking and seeking,
Being and becoming.
Life is torturing
You to be happy.

Forgetting and forgiving
Forever echoing
Peaceful dying
Forever thinking.

Love credo

1. Whenever you fight with her, it is your fault
2. When you think it might be her fault, reread rule 1

In love with symphony

Could not recall since when the word symphony and the music form came into to my life. But I do start to go to the concert hall more often.
The word, symphony, echoes another beautiful one, harmony, which indicates the essence of the music form. When instruments with differences so evident in tone and tempo start to sound simultaneously, you feel heartquaked. The musicians are so dedicated and devoted, and the audiences are embraced by the devotion and harmony. They are like drifting above the waves of music going high and low. The resonance of instruments sweeps everything off your mind. It takes you to a kingdom of total freedom and imagination. Your blood boils at the peak of a movement. You are shock like by electricity. And you want to move with the music.
You fall into symphony and you get to know more. sonata, concerto, allegro, adagio, etc. And you may definitely get to know another beautiful word, philharmonic. This word is formed by two parts, phil-, meaning love, and harmonic. So the meaning of the word is apparent: love harmony. To love music is to love harmony, the harmony of a single instrument, the harmony of all instruments playing at the same time.
Go to the concert hall more often, get to know more about symphony and deeper into harmony.

Love doubles life

My love for you doubles each day,
Do you ever know
My little elf?

Insane we went for each other,
Though fight we had
The loving-you fight!

Our love grows,
In peace,
And zeal,
Even in tears, caring tears.

Tight we are bond to each other,
Here and there
Nothing can us part

For the love that’s bonding,
Endlessly doubles
And our lives embraces.

My life in you doubles each day,
Do you ever know
My little elf?

Before and now

Before, your hands I touch meticulously,
Mystery and wonder
They give

Now, your hands I hold passionately,
Warm and zeal
They feel

What before to now delivers,
One may wonder.
Yet searching
Not easy to answer

Touching your hands I desire
Holding them I dire.
Melting they my heart.
Before and now and forever!

Letter of fire

Careful!
This letter will be on fire!
Passion, will love be burning thy!

Behold!
Seeds of uneasiness have been grown,
In the soil, beneath the sea, high on sky!

Walking in thoughts of thou,
Desperate so.
Dreaming in world of thou,
Deep in fascination.

Oceans blowing breeze,
Roads taking my breath.
Thou art stealing,
My heart and possess.

Letter of fire,
Love in dire.

Burn, burn with fire, with thunder!
Burn into thy eyes, thy soul!
Smash the rocks,
Break the walls!

Spread the wing,
Soar up high.
Together we fly,
In the sky we tie.

Letter of love,
Burn with fire.