Eleven Lin Poems

In the bustling street where the snow is falling,
Broken hearts are changed into vapour floating.
A cold night depicts a moon even colder,
And coins drop silently into the hand of the loner.
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In this tumultuous world
I have no a single word
But I think I still have time
To wait for someone in my mind
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It is on a fine early summer's day
That I open my diary with it's advent.
Though yellowish, it smells fresh anyway.
I can still sense it's soundless scent.
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In the night when all men need to sleep,
A man as lonely as I am
Is crouching in the corner of a bed,
Tring hard but in vain
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Without being noticed and making a sound,
Fragments in my mind
Fills the gap of my heart.
But still the fleeting days
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You are about to have a new journey,
During which you will meet many strangers,
Who will soon become familiar to you.
But you will be a stranger forever.
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Walking alone in the dark,
I passed by it by accident.
At that moment,
It was like the fireworks falling down from the sky.
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My left eye is bright;
My right eye is blurred.
But somehow
The world in my left eye is blurred,
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Why people say I'm as cold as ice
Though I'm actually burning as hot as fire?
All the things around me
Is like the symptons of having a fever.
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Waking down the street of the city,
I've always felt somehow sad.
Even a big city like it
Cannot spare me somewhere to inhabit,
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