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​It’s hard to gauge their space.
​But it is always within them.
​The air light and soft.
​Endlessly funny and kind.
​And always the stories.
​So we can refer to these times.

Both drops of dew
and bolts of lightning.
Fight with no fear or any doubt.
Their dreams running
about a desolate field.

Spring is coming
and my love is waiting.
Her scent already in the air.
And I show my gratitude
to the falling blossoms?

This morning after the rain fell.
I’m thinking of you.
Drop by drop
the heroine of my wars.
Two souls blooming
like bellflowers
on an island mountain.
In the end, the wind
pushes the waves.
And nature will push me
towards the faraway sea.
In elegance and in beauty
it will be a five-star rating.

Once in a while
amongst the fickle things.
The beauty around
me keeps its form.
Long enough that
that everything ends
with a smile, and a kiss.
And that first distant meeting
seemed to happen only yesterday.
​

With such trembling grace.
And the scent of the
jasmine tree bloom.
I walk with our
intimate conversations.
Digging open memories,
where I can.
Undaunted by this long walk.
I have only one line of travel.
And you are with me all the way.

People ask me
how did I get to this place?
I told them that I emptied my mind.
Letting the skies and the earth
go about their business.
Looking for delusion
and truth in myself.
And not in others.
​

​
​A spring breeze.
How still the sky
after lunch.
A window goes up.
Shall we kiss the
beauty of this place.
Or shall we sleep?
You said ‘yes’.
And the people outside
sway back and forth.
As the skywriting drifts along.

My apartment to the college gates.
The air is damp with rain.
Each drop a kiss with an old story.
That keeps me loving you.
I think I will stay out in the rain.
For I am sure we will make
it out alive and wet.

​The rain in Hangzhou
dances around and around
like a spinning top.

Why does it do this?

I take a deep breath in.
And hear a singing magpie
free falling from a
tall soaked tree.

Maybe everything holds
a communion with
our weary bodies?

Anyway, I feel better
after a long deep sigh.

The sun struggles
on this mourning day.
But I remember you.
The first two memories:
the love and the love.
That you gave to me.
And where the jasmine
blossoms grow.
No longer shadows
from a lingering sun.
My journey will be complete.
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