Life is wonderful
One of those nights where I am sleepless not a pen in my hand not a paper to write tapping my fingers along the phone blindly following the newsfeed on Facebook What a wonderful life my mother can tell I'm restless through the rapid shaking of my legs after a long conversation she's now fast asleep these hours are getting on to me I know life is wonderful as the years have rolled by from sharing a bed to getting your own room from connected to being disconnected There is that little trick of time when you have to meet to learn important lessons it is wonderful to give those lessons to others from a parent to a child and a child to a parent the silly law of reversal what a beautiful moment to say goodnight and sleep and not to make any sense out of randomness it's not me, it's the mere muse uncut, unedited, freely flowing and raw... |
A visit to Baoli
Maybe the pigeons know, standing on the doors of their tiny homes, A pair I could see, one massaging the other's neck, Stiff on a weekday morning. Inside, a community adorns the walls; There goes another, carrying a piece to bring home. Would their fathers and their father's father know, Only if I could ask them, If I could make the meaning out from their song, But I sit here in silence, Making peace with my ignorance after all, As the tall buildings grow taller, And these steps taciturn.
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