Spring is full of life
Summer is radiantly warm
Autumn feels refreshing
Winter is serene
Time disappears
Seasons pass
Come late or early
Nothing can stop them
Each shines in its own existence
In them we enjoy
In rags or brocade
I love the seansons
Spring is full of life Summer is radiantly warm Autumn feels refreshing Winter is serene Time disappears Seasons pass Come late or early Nothing can stop them Each shines in its own existence In them we enjoy In rags or brocade
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The tattoo on your body
Reflects your pain Have I caused you such pain, such agony I apologise If the infliction can be erased I'd do to help I, too, was in pain But I did not need a needle I've grown and I've moved on I've found better things and They have taken away the pain, the sorrow I'm released His breath squeezed out
from the stone. A voice tears the silence. Keep a gentle pace on life's path. Cool! To the lady under the lamp post
In the street of the night You've spent your time Since young You live with soiled conscience When you fall Not a brilliant choice But that's your golden idea Of the moment Now freeing yourself won't be easy There's my garden of Eden
The sun shines through the crevices of dark foliage A fair fairy silently stand still sharing my complacence The fair lady sees leaves shining silently She peeps through the running dark stream Sharing a joy with the stillness around her The water from the dark pond is still The fair sun shines silently Casting light upon the water I share this peaceful moment with whoever There's a place outside the city
A forest so fair Where nature shows extreme beauty With fresh air Streaks of warm sun creep through clouds Landing on the calm Mother Earth Waking the asleep crowds Bringing life to the turf The birds sing The hares run Faraway the church bell rings Boars grunt Nature is like a painting displayed Having colours in an array |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |