strands of blue


would you sit with me

waiting for the moon to emerge

would you sit by my side

to catch the bias of moonlight

so the line of your face could clearly be seen

and your eyelashes could be counted strand by strand

but you are just a shadow

silent and allied to the dark

buried in memories

enhanced the strands of my blue




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o love….

don’t let this heart seeking

dropped your petals on this heart

let the fragrance spreads out

to fill this empty soul with passion

come love…, please come

I’m tired of making out with blue

dwell in the solitude of a slowly decaying

let togetherness filled this vulnerable inner

with caring and compassion

o love…., live in me

reached out your strong sense

guide me through the darkness

let me stepped surely on the bridge of life

and fill your greatness in my days


– mei –

prisoner of a dream

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