Trino Chan Poems

Starry starry night,
it is a sweltering summer night.
I lie on the grassland,
counting the number of stars.
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Anonymous,
the one who must not be named.
Nameless,
the one who anonymous loves.
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It is a normal Saturday,
anonymous is sitting on the same seat,
glimpsing the same scene,
feeling the same milieu,
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The white horse kept running,
without looking back.
The past was disgraceful and lackluster,
no one wanted to recall it.
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It is midsummer,
and the nights are hot.
Black horse is strolling along the lake,
trying to delve into another world.
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It is November,
clamness rules.
After an arduous chase,
the black horse eventually stops.
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Look outside the obscured window,
there is a fig tree.
There is no roundness,
no fruit in it.
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In the boundless sky,
two different types of air mass,
waving their dreams in the sky.
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I sing a song
and let it fly.
I let it flow into your glittering eyes.
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Here is a secret garden,
just a line separated from the reality.
It is compelling yet mysterious,
no one has entered the garden for many years.
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