I was originally a piece of bluestone by the river,
free and carefree,
half of my body was sunk into the soil,
The other half of the body,
during the day, watching
clouds rolling and relaxing,
gathering and separating;
at night, listening from afar
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The sigh of the moon,
heard closely,
the clear sadness of the river.
Strange world,
Incomprehensible human world,
Looking forward to the blooming of flowers, but afraid of them withering,
When the moon is missing, Leaving,
When the moon is full, I look forward to returning,
Although,
the reason for leaving was still there.
Time is dissatisfied with my freedom.
It carved on my face
a incomplete heart,
blurred .
From then on, I, like human beings,
often thought,
Where did I come from,
Where will I go?
From then on, like human beings, I often read,
about spring flowers,
about autumn moon.
From now on, I, like human beings,
wait for time
the final verdict.
————-Global Slow Journey
Ireland, August 23, 2020
A little explanation about the poem "The Waiting of Bluestone", this morning , Global Slow Journey read the poppies? When Are the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the sadness and sorrow came to my heart again. At present, everything must be determined by fate, and time is the last way to solve the problem. In this case, Global Slow Journey created this poem. The true completion of this poem may only be found in the reader's reading and feeling.
About the author:
Net name: Global Slow Journey.
Residence: Living in Ireland.
Hobbies: music, traveling and writing.
Motto: Heaven moves vigorously. A gentleman strives for self-improvement. The terrain is Kun. A gentleman carries his wealth with kindness.
Goal: Write warm words and live an interesting life.
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