White heron,
now I, in solitude eye
under the melancholy moon,
charmer of my heart,
even silver clouds
envy your easy grace
when you wing
towards horizon
undaunted even
by the wintry darkness
rushing forward.
Far above you are,
beyond my reach
are you a mirage?
in the rice field,
while tending
young saplings,
in muddy clothes
my eyes fell on
your immaculate
white dress
aha! I'll never forget
that smile
that moment you
made me yearn
for your magic
for always,
was it my fault?
I lost grip in
immediate reality
and soared up
I don't know
how it happens
look at me I am still
learning to navigate
the treacherous waves
of winds from east and west,
though the purple star
watching me from her perch
winks and sends
her ardent love messages
to me incessantly.
But you are flying
to lands too far,
never opened your heart,
I am like a candle
burning at both ends
eaten up by the love unrequited,
and not able to love the
distant star that loves me
expecting nothing in return
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
White heron,
now I, in solitude eye
under the melancholy moon,
charmer of my heart,
even silver clouds
envy your easy grace
when you wing
towards horizon
undaunted even
by the wintry darkness
rushing forward.
Far above you are,
beyond my reach
are you a mirage?
in the rice field,
while tending
young saplings,
in muddy clothes
my eyes fell on
your immaculate
white dress
aha! I'll never forget
that smile
that moment you
made me yearn
for your magic
for always,
was it my fault?
I lost grip in
immediate reality
and soared up
I don't know
how it happens
look at me I am still
learning to navigate
the treacherous waves
of winds from east and west,
though the purple star
watching me from her perch
winks and sends
her ardent love messages
to me incessantly.
But you are flying
to lands too far,
never opened your heart,
I am like a candle
burning at both ends
eaten up by the love unrequited,
and not able to love the
distant star that loves me
expecting nothing in return
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