Missing is a deep and silent pool.
The May wind blew away the kitchen smoke passing by.
In the sad season
The mind crosses the lush fields.
Dye branches with green petals
Dew moistens all desires.
Silence breaks in the depths of the soul
Eyes plunged into black sadness.
Special poetic elements
Autumn looking forward to harvest
The morning breeze blows a magnolia tree.
Poetry in May is constantly shouting.
The peace of falling from the clouds
Can't reach the other side of the soul
I once looked up at the moon.
I also planted my thoughts among the stars.
I use rich thinking to crush the wasted years.
Excavate the source of poetry at dawn
Dreamy sentences reunite with me.
Keep company with passionate poetry.
Miscellaneous thoughts
Longing for a haze