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Bell Sound



Bell sound seems like waterfall
Fall from wood stick
My dream is your way of crossbow in the sky
I have the dream that cross cobweb from you
My dreaming hair, like all floodwater fall
Is your caught unawares

In the meanwhile
Don't awake me rashly
I will angry easily
Won’t good at  "I am sorry".

Ask me for that
I will say : “To wait who would like to wait !”

The bell sound is ringing , people who hided its mind 
To knock the mood into wood strick
then trembling.

The memories



Five o'clock in the early morning,
The dog have been crouching to the front door since last night
It still dream the chill
The hair caught the dew in one night
To blossom gradually
After the faint sunbeam shines among the forest

Next is the hunger ,
Stomach waits for revive
Then I lightly stride over overstride ,
The doorstep insert feather all over.

When small chair sit upon the land
The car lie in the courtyard
Black trees are carved into the frightened outlines
Shabby classroom is as usual,
Being kept silence upon the teartrace of moss and rattan
Have a isolationist sit upon stairs
At the border of playground
Redundant eyes are looking for everywhere
To suffer from the serious melancholy conceit.

The sitting valley is the snake where
Staring the mountains to blossem
Is the mirrors
Helping the Dan-An river dress on the raincoat
Sprinkling reflected image vibrates between dancing water
Birds carry away the last one,
To hide morning stars.
In the center of water ,I leave a last thinking pebble

Until the enthusiastic emotion,
From top to bottom , washing and fall away
Until the loneliness step by step,
Come up frequently.

To sing a song alone , to do a good man that he can do
To recall a woman.
To stare the necessory faint colors of moon
To accompany the sunrise and move together

To slide cross all toes that gilde green water
Why are they swing repeatedly ?
The water flashs all floating around.

I already do my best efforts
To start running from the origin
And stop at the end
But who request me,
Come up a fall down ,
Upon the slight light playground of mountainous place

To line both sides of the track,
and see the five-section-awns off
Also see cirrocumulus off in the sky

To welcome the untimely blossom of a prune tree
To welcome a pheasant , draw cycles with coo-coo
the territory of foods.
To welcome a roaming dog,
Sleep on the land extempore

They also welcome me to join
The arrange of wind ,
Silence outspoken whispering.

A cicada



The vast bule sky sustains a cloud uninhibited
The surging sea sustains a boat drifting
A cicada sustains an elm tree silencing
The land sustains the season silencely.

I acquiesce the breath come true below the tree
And consider sleep of possibility
I recall image come and leave last night
The stars flashed and  fight of sight.

The sky was the sea made by eyes.
to carry on  far wave back and away
Never stopping for my gazing
The elm tree was the sky made by cicada
A cluster of sky escapes from  earth's core
There is a cicada far away my hearing
Hidden from silence mood.


My fingers is tongue's stretching




Below the slight and sallow light,
Who dips sea in your eyes ?
To raise the sunset in the night
where I bosom and kiss,
Not transient coming spray
Is a sequence of clouds continuously
where  I am around
Not dying wave , Is the traveler who likes to stay
Where I pulsate isn't my heartbeat ,
Is interlaced rain drop
Which I wake up with surprise isn't my breath,
Is your lip language that asking for love
My fingers is tongue stretching
Is tender sigh.

The travel memories of South Australia




The star river is snaking upon moon's shadow
By the side of the dark side,
Flashing  women's secret talk.
That arms of silver-blue color
At the slightl cold ,deep and far ,
But have unlimited silence

My hair like  firing octopus very much
Always that can shake off some scattered stars.

To leaves  over the windows that like the mirrors and pictures.
Every spindrifts are all dense saw sword
Every interlacing stare is all pages of verse
Every memories of love are all
The over-gorgeous visionary bubbles.

Upon the seacoast line of the South Australia
There are two rapid and wild fires that exploring out the windows.
On my eyes
Have float and tow two bundles of crumbled tear light





Understood



Of course you understood
When we play music in night each other,
Stars are dancing upon water
Of course you understood ,
The wonderful dances are always
A pair of hearts are near but won't crowd.

I of course understood , too
You won't know that
Your homing on soul
When we pick up the eyes of stars after rainning upon the lawn
I understood your brilliant crying

But you still cannot understood.
I sing a song to you , wash your throat and heard your ears.
To look for the lick and face the tip of the tongue
All cheerful story's being for every silent night

Maybe I really knew that
You sing a song to me
and arrange my smile numbered musical notations upon my face
To look my eyes on and make youself bewildered
We knew , But we still don't understood

I am here



Ashore you are receiving those which the summer's night force you

Some blanking star's lights
Besides the strand you can feel that you are immeasurable land
Being able to ask anybody the informations through the distance
You throw down the stones which I hand-pick into the water
Your footing's fitful wavelet are my frequent answers for you
I expect that you can see what I see you
And I expect that you pretermit days,nights and reasons
Forgetting your coming and gone
Besides the strand you don't look through the immeasurable dark sky fully
I am here,I am your creator
Is yourself,too

Alone



Who throw me away in the wilderness ?
Whether if it is only a dream or not.
I wish I were a rose hiding that but,
Who will throw this wilderness away again in the dream ?

The cloudy sky is drafting in my heart.
My love cannot open the arms to you.
Who throw me away in the drawer ?
To use graver to write my autism in the gray.


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