english works corner

i used to write in a different language when i fall into the mood of detachment or dislocation.

love bravely enclosed at the closing


hour of dove

enough we know

naively phrasing

an enclosed house, the snow

in shadow pattern

yes on the go

my beloved, take the montain

of south where

loves are fair

doves in pair

we surely know enough

with power and ignrance

at the closing hour

we, my beloved, are

the endosed house

doubtless

elas the rest

of you

at the closing hour

must choose

between a powerful dove

and an ignornat love

———————————————————————————————————————

the silencer


may i rise the flowers and flame

may i set about then and ask if ever

reboot your affairs vanishing

this year i dare to burn

but would you simply sit still

or rather run to the front

blazing out the stars and hills

these hills of togetherness

those stars of matter of facts

blowing and flowing are your words

from the fireworks that flirt

though sometimes they do hurt

the crazy darkness of heart

teasing the memories to part

if we fold the arts to agree

but we shall not

oh shall we agree

to break away from darting

dots that predict to form

the poetry of sea

oh we shall not

believe me dear

let us sing and reach out

to silence the god

that shouts

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