I can’t make myself
write about fear
or worry
by your hospital bed
Every breath we take
is a gift
a gift that is second by second
You are breathing
and fighting to stay alive
And isn’t that something
to celebrate
even just for this second
The Old World
Entitlement
回顾
倒着走喝啤酒的日子已过去了
但你纯真的傻笑仍旧缠绕耳边
把我带回对爱无惧的初恋年华
时光的隧道真是有那样的魔力
苍发的皱脸禁不住激爱的红晕
隔山海的我们还在为过去喝彩
The days of walking backwards and drinking beer are gone. But your innocent, silly laughter still lingers in my ears, taking me back to my fearless first love. The tunnel of time truly holds such a magical power. My wrinkled face, gray-haired, can’t help but blush with love. Across mountains and seas, we still celebrate the past.
自悟
我想
我就是
那种人
啃着丝巾
象无味的零食
又不过瘾
又放不下
在地铁上
想象着别人的生活
去逃避自己的现实
名不副实
我以为你们很自由
没想到
我想象中的自由
也付出
拥拥鱼海的竞争
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My three poems are included in this incredible timely anthology.
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Union
I’ve travelled many winding paths just to find rest in your embrace, soft as a cloud, yet steady and unshakable like a mountain.
Loving you defies logic. It asks for no explanation, no reason. It simply is, as natural and essential as breathing.
God formed me from your rib and brought me to you. So I may always be the dull ache you have. God also created me to be your helper. And I hope that balances out the bittersweetness of life.
Our life together has shaped me into someone better. Because you love me, I’ve learned to love myself. You are the mirror that reflects my truest self.
I love you, more than words can express.
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Flicker of Thoughts 