In the storm I admire the spirit of prayer flag!
In the snow I enjoy the beauty of snow flower!
The suffering makes me realize the happiness!
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I sit silently and gaze out the window of this slow-moving train
I catch my breath, as my eyes land upon the angry, Indian Ocean
Memories bring storms rushing towns, wicked winds stealing homes
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As I roam with the moon overhead
I come to my black tent standing in the tent camp
I enter and restlessly try to sleep
the moons light keeps me company
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Standing alone by the fence
I looked over at my tent
so Isolated it was in the snow
I was feeling dehumanized by this winters night
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Every Friday morning,
I walk along the unknown streets
the dense miasma drapes my vision
Trees silently stand beside me
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Self converses with Self
Both dwell deep within
Behold the power each yield
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Lifting my spirit above snow-mountain
My dreams are embraced in clouds of love
Time moves swiftly with the speed of wind
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The heart bleeds,
and life carries,
with the turning time,
waves of legacy
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Tonight is a sleepless night
as i recall that past sweet lullaby
neither dream, nor day
I am alone, to listen your heart
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In The Deserted Street
Wandering lonely through silent and chill night, Kathup is a street Arab.
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He and Poet He is broken heart, and live with pride Of poet, in his broken language And if the will so true, to make grade Of achieve that will for age.)
Elegy
Yearning
heart lost
shadows, bleak existence
shaded flowers, bare trees
I sing my elegy song
of fainting moonlight
and embraced desires
lamenting over faraway skies
When will I return home
to welcome spring?
I miss mother’s smile
mother’s heart
Tortured by time
passing time
solitary time
my life dies in exile