the touch of a broken love

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 if love is beautiful

as the words that written

why the beauty was so vulnerable

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if love is painful

as tenderness as sliced by a knife

why the wound was not bleed

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your feelings are so tender

but hinted of disappointment

your words are so sweet

but painted by anguish

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please explain … oh poet

whether the words just the expression of feelings

whether the tenderness was the cry of soul

or just an emotional moment when touched by a broken love

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oh poet

if the poems were the picture of your heart

how miserable your life is

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– mei –

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at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
(Plato)

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photo: http://www.desktopnexus.com/

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the impact of moonlight

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that night
when the night was silent
when it felt sweet as honey
the moon hung
crawled slowly like turtle
as watching from many angles

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that night
when the night was quiet
when it felt so peaceful
the moon hung
crawled slowly like moths
as creeping  into the mind

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sudden disappeared
hiding behind a cloud
the night seemed darker than usual
while the inner of self could be seen clearly
the blood poisoned by wine
the body overpowered by pleasure
and the soul tainted by sin

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that night
when the moon has been gone
when the night became darker
this abject self was creeping
searching for the antidote
to dissolving the world’s poison

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– mei –

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photo: http://www.desktopnexus.com/

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the intersection

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those skinny children on the street
who ran and laughed at the crossroads
clapping their hands while singing
naïvely  begging for mercies

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O the children of the street
who seeing to the window car with hoping eyes
sleep on the mattresses asphalt roofed the sky
can not complain to the unjust life

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O the poor children on the street
your dream hanging on the fancy cars
your future scattered, blown by the exhaust fumes
always happy in the heat of the sun nor rain 

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the light had changed green
and the deafening horns shocked me
which glued on the steering
thinking of my children…. how lucky they are

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 mei –

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photos from google

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