Yellow Poem by XingXing Chan

A collection of memories;
a distant response
of drafted ideas.

Alone in a meadow filled of light,
across the sky you see the dark aura,
gleaming into you, away from the rest of the world.

Meanings awash,
it strokes upon a soul
outlining your pathway.

Scattered goals
moving freely with the wind, swiftly
like a dandelion seed.

A warm feeling in a luminous of life,
stroking the minds of an opinion
lighting the melancholy flicker, isolated away.



The existent exuberance
so meaningful,
yet animated.

A pebble drops in a pond,
who has reflected a bright trace,
as the ripples spread throughout the earth.