the street you walk down,
dim lights on every corner,
its dark out,
It's warm out,
You prefer the street
After hours,
You prefer the world
After hours,
When it's
Quiet outside and there's finally peace,
You prefer your body,
After hours,
You prefer your mind
after hours,
When you sleep then nothing,
Hurtful matters,

And you lived,
Happily,
After hours with me.

There is nothing
more beautiful
than the crisp kisses
of autumn breezes
slowly making their way
past your curtains
to cover your sun-kissed
body with
a taste of
what's to come
kissing your skin
with slight chilly sensations
leaving goosebumps
behind ....

The silence of lake
In the midnight play
Intrigues

The cool breeze
During evening walks
Whispers sweet nothings

Sweat drops
Gleaning on the forehead
Irritates during scorching noon

The Sunshine at dawn
Fills the room with light
Wakes you up for the day's work

Life goes on

The winter mornings are unlike others
When casting shadows of dark dreams have retired,
And all that's given is glory and fire
Fuelling the sparks of the sun on a new day,

But summer evenings are just as magical
The night of warmth with no sign of being tired
The dreams that are coming are already floating in space
and the stars are shining with grace

Yet spring afternoons are always enchanting,
With droplets of rain that are always dancing
There is nothing like the gleam of light shining through foggy haze,

And even then nothing compares to a midnight in fall
When winds are whistling
And trees stand tall
Colours changing with every closing eye,
There is nothing like the seasons at all

The views from Qing Xiu Shan are very nice
and I am feeling better than I did this morning
the Yong River winds through green fields
the breeze fills my lungs
my thoughts rustle like bamboo leaves
a southern tranquility rises in the distance
covered by the opaque morning
this is what my mind's eye sees
as I rock my little girl to sleep
kissing the forehead
that will never be without a kiss
until my lips are still
like the peaceful day we yearn for

How cool is the wind flowing
Blooming flowers in the garden
Sweet sing flying branch of the tree
Happiness is my heart and soul
Plants is dancing in my eyes beautiful
How cool is the wind flowing
Everyone is beautiful in this season
Sun shine on the east sky
Cattles in the field and eat grass
Target in road has welcomed me
How cool is the wind flowing
Happiness is my heart and soul

love is a strange emotion,
it blesses the soul with wings..
giving it the right to fly free in the vastness of mid-night sky
while it keeps the heart prisoner ...
it touchs the soul like
September breeze caresses
the dew touched flowers
while setting heart ablaze !!

Some days
the wind blows in
gentle massaging gusts

Today a temporary
wisp rushes
through the tall
oak leaf hydrangea
pushing the brown and green
branches dressed for August
to wave at me through the window

Saying no more
it dances away
like a ruby throated
hummingbird seeking
it's nectar