If you want your dreams to come true, you must first wake up from your dreams.
Sixty seeds from Provence Sixty fragrant souls move to the Ili Valley The blue patch of the earth is extending
By Christy R Davis2 years ago in Poets
Apricot blossoms, rhetoric of spring Awakened by the breeze to the momentary fury We read almond blossom poems in the almond garden
We eat meat, drink wine, and make noise The oak tree stands tall, still and motionless Silent, not too far, not too close
A liquid plant Planted in the old nostalgia The roots of water, rooted in Deep in the heart and memory The reed drinks water, and the water drinks it
Vines climb the sky Broad leaves that widen the Summer flames An oasis of realism In the form of grapes
The Holy Virgin of Tianshan Sitting alone on high She has the dress for the cold wind The bright mirror of the glacier
The silver pillars of the oasis, by winter More upright, simple, and sharp The white earth enters the woodcut time
In the evening I came back to this cotton field. The yellowing autumn is grinding its teeth not far from my narrow heart.
The Sphinx says his secret is seduction and intimidation. But writing is a rebellion against photographic-like precision.
God gives people winter If it is a gift from God, it must have a deep meaning After spring and summer, autumn gives people abundant food
It is pure black, without a trace of impurity Look, at the way it crouches on the aspen tree How like a concentrated mass of blackness
There is dialogue like this. The old monk asked the young monk: If you take a step forward is death, a step back is death, what do you do?
By Christy R Davis2 years ago in Motivation
