Sunshine
By Stina lu
The sunshine dived for my face
Covered the crow's feet of years
It's almost a blessing
My cheeks were flushed
Like a long gaze in the depths of time
The heat which I could not avoid
Love or intrigue
Boisterousness or loneliness
Arrogance, depression, greed, regret…
And a middle-aged woman's transient joy
All have been kidnapped by the sun
With air drying and sun curing
They turn into specimens of memory
Even death can be lifelike
Only my soul has escaped
for which the sun is still on the hunt
A hermit of cowardice and pride
curls up in the shadow of the city
in collusion with time and tide
It hates the darkness
but commits to it
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Covered in Clovers
With a green pen I scratch out this holiday cheer,
as I chug down another pint of Guinness Green Beer.
Reminiscing with compatriots from our ancestors country of old,
the unconquerable island surrounded by waters of aquamarine cold.
All our blarney and boisterousness of our Irish Ancestors comes out,
no matter what kind or how much beer is consumed pale ale or stout.
Pretending like we we're in a pub in lovely downtown Dublin, Ireland,
acting up like the fools, dontcha wanna know these crazy men?
There's no place on earth as beautiful for I've searched the world over,
Not one place can compare to this island meadow all covered in clovers.
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