Buzz
Poem: Melancholic Melody
Sad Love Song
Poem: Fading Echoes
Fading Echoes
Poem: To Hanoi, my dear
To Hanoi, my dear
Poem: Seasons of Forgotten Flowers
Poem: Abandoned Seasons of Flowers
Poem: Farewell to the Passing Ferryman
Farewell to the Passing Ferryman
Poem: My Apologies
My Apologies
Poem: Upon Faded Remnants
Poem: Upon Faded Remnants
Passage through the Realm of Remembrance
Wandering through the realm of memories, I am like a lone bird soaring across the sky. You, turning away once, remain forever. Memories, etched boldly, mark the moments of separation. I am the wind in a vast expanse, you are the clouds drifting across the four corners of the earth. If it is love, then why harbor resentment? For folly... breeds deeper nostalgia. Then memories, mere wisps dissipating with the sound of falling rain. Who else is there to await? The faded flowers of life have long since wilted. Tonight marks the end of countless yearnings, as I journey through the realm of remembrance with a thread of melancholy, gathering memories amidst the echoing night. Stitching to mend the scars that are... frail and broken.
Recollections of March
Memories of March
Cherish While You Can
Cherish while you still can
Debts We Still Owe Each Other
We Still Owe Each Other
Embracing Rainy Evenings
Cherishing Rainy Evenings
A Question
Asking
Crossing the River
Crossing the River
Going Back, My Love
Returning, My Love
The Enchantment of Life
Is there a dream
that life bestows upon us?
Women who have lived half a lifetime
still feel foolish...
Walking beside love as if it were eternal
Offering their souls to a fleeting illusion
Is there a realm of memories
where we can slumber deeply?
Cradling a heart with scars aplenty
Thinking the pain has ceased
but one day it cries out
agonizingly
when even smiles depart from us
Like sandcastles by the seashore, what do we gain?
We weave our affections
into the layers of waves
Then the waves break apart in stormy evenings
Leaving behind bare footprints on the mossy shore
Could it be
that life buries us in desolation?
When the desires within us
still yearn to ignite
When love within us and you awaken every night
Restless
bewildered
in realms of uncertainty
Oh, women
who have lived a life of repentance
Are we foolish
as we hold onto the pain and dream
of a realm of happiness
Knowing full well the other shore is never real
When the mouth of life is filled with bitterness
Do we pity those we love or truly pity ourselves?
Already burdened with so much pain
yet receiving another bout of agony
In the depths of the night, our hearts tremble
Longing so much now for a peaceful slumber......
The Enchantment of Life
Is there a dream
that life bestows upon us?
Women who have lived half a lifetime
still feel foolish...
Walking beside love as if it were eternal
Offering their souls to a fleeting illusion
Is there a realm of memories
where we can slumber deeply?
Cradling a heart with scars aplenty
Thinking the pain has ceased
but one day it cries out
agonizingly
when even smiles depart from us
Like sandcastles by the seashore, what do we gain?
We weave our affections
into the layers of waves
Then the waves break apart in stormy evenings
Leaving behind bare footprints on the mossy shore
Could it be
that life buries us in desolation?
When the desires within us
still yearn to ignite
When love within us and you awaken every night
Restless
bewildered
in realms of uncertainty
Oh, women
who have lived a life of repentance
Are we foolish
as we hold onto the pain and dream
of a realm of happiness
Knowing full well the other shore is never real
When the mouth of life is filled with bitterness
Do we pity those we love or truly pity ourselves?
Already burdened with so much pain
yet receiving another bout of agony
In the depths of the night, our hearts tremble
Longing so much now for a peaceful slumber......
Beyond Everything
After all is said and done
After the storms have raged
and the fires have burned
After tears have dried
and wounds have healed
After laughter has echoed
and dreams have faded
After all the battles fought
and the victories won
After love has blossomed
and withered away
After the sun has set
and the stars have scattered
After every twist and turn
and every path taken
What remains?
A quiet calm
A gentle peace
A silent understanding
Beyond everything
