Unsettle

The rain has come again just the other day. I kept thinking into long summer days. The bright sun, the cool air coming across the lake, the shaded trees, and a party picnic. Spring is not even here yet, why am I in such a demand? Slow down --- I told myself sometimes, but life moves on so fast that the event of which at times makes me forget to seize the precious moments. My tiny indifferent life is like a grain of sand on the tidal beach, --- everytime the white roaring wave has coming by and foaming around on the wide sandy beach, the settlement of my tiny grain of life has disrupted and the life has to spinning around untill the gravity has rescued me again.

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Under the Moonlight

The night is deep,
the sky is bright
with the twinkles of the stary light.
The soft breeze has whispered into my ears;
what?
They say they have a message,
Message from a far, far away,
where the jasmines are blooming,
where the cherries are falling,
and where the wind chimes are singing.
If the message is from where I thought,
please the gentle breeze,
I am greatful,
but I don't need a thought,
'Cause it's too late now.
Too late to relive the past.
Too late to mend the wounds.
Too late to undone what has done.

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