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Morning Comes to Huatung Valley

...Mist feathery drifts
last night’s breath loosening
above basalt slopes of Huatung

Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork
over Fuli’s rice paddies
new green scented with rain.

Xiuguluan Ri...

Ways of Providence

...Did I ever know that I would be born?
Did I decide my psyche and physique?
Why is a rose shielded by a sharp thorn?
Providence creates each creature unique.

I think of building a castle for me....

Solitude 2

...Solitude-2

On the backdrops of mango trees
Paddy fields stretches beyond horizon,
Last rays of sunset when touches the branch of a river,
Over there sat on the varendah,
I watch the thatched h...

Real Girls

...purple waters and a palm; drops
coconuts on the sailors. mutts -
the enlisted; maritime props
in greedy hands - bum hat of klutz.

weave of straw skirt - she laughs him off.
the nail in his cof...

On the moors

...There was a great incline of stone, weathered
amongst the sparsely green valley
whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage
and whose head I was treading over now.
A fair stream, no wider th...

When Fields Becomes Cities

...Once there stood a golden field,
Swaying crops, a farmer's yield.
Morning songs of birds took flight,
Beneath the sky so vast and bright.

The village paths, of dust and stone,
Where children l...

A Pristine Village - Me Born to Dwell Place

...
In verdant valleys, where wildflowers sway,
A tranquil village, where my heart stays,
A place of serenity, where love abounds,
Where laughter echoes, and memories resound.

The thatched roofs,...

Kindle that love

...All the rhythmic beats of the heart were wet 
The happiness of your return is in the happiest tears

In the silent cloudy pond of the blue sky of the green veins
My excitement enjoys a bath of ni...

Late this night

...Late this night
the electric lamps flickered out,
I am sitting on the window sill
gazing through the window.
The calm moonlight
falling over the silent earth
making me remember
my distant past...

GOLDEN DAYS

...We lived happily beneath thatched roofs
Feasting merrily on simple fare 
Dressed in familiar, humble garb
At peace in our unrefined ways.  

Oh, how I miss those old days
When we walked miles j...

When Summer Is Gone

...
When summer is gone
Clouds start their move with a scurry
As if to attend to some urgent work 
Taking their move as a harbinger,
Birds and animals reset their homes 
And preserve foods in secr...

Vagabond

...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif...

Django-Lego

...We are partly into an early Spring and the horses' struts with their
heads held up. White Palominos all, majestic beauties they'd be in the
heart of the little village passing by the central square...

Whispers of the Palm

...In the whisper of palms,I embark upon a celestial voyage. 
My vessel, woven from the threads of ancestral dreams, glides through cosmic tides. 
Each star above is a breadcrumb, and every constellat...

That dead end street

...It is said and is believed in town,
that no one! and Yes! no one lives there,
in that spooky thatched house painted brown,
should you walk down that dark street, beware!

not a single street lam...

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