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No, No more ZongZi Nor
Chinese poet Quzi… No. Not for tea time. But
A *** of miso soup with pinch of salmon and lemon

Please please don’t forget to read few lines from Pastan’s
‘ Imaginary Conversation’.
Prior to start another day.

(especially when one lady feels the expressions of another lady).

Feel the emphatic nature of
‘Imaginary Conversation’

Would this helps to explain
No gamble, No gain.
It’s been long since we’ve been in touch,
She knows that he is never far. A muse
Of wonders, where to commence a journey,
an atomic adventure.  The melody and brush are amusing
that stir her muse into atomic scale
She builds her realms from dreams,
where illusion seeps from imaginings.


It's been hard to stay in touch,
She knows that he was sat there. A muse.
Loving her. Trying to make plans together.
To have adventures together.

with their minds when the tongue is applied,
(metaphors are complex grammatical
vectors, nouns are simple grammatical
vectors, so to avoid confusion)

Together, they cross an empty sky-canvas
and shadows in acrylic sleep bleed stories;
awakening others’ spirits. A Muse
or mutually amuse? As for every rational secular noun
there's an irrational religious metaphor:
to join in a subconscious invocation of mind-flight.

Muse or amuse? Together
A journey to atomic adventure.
A journey to an expected path, solidarity
You    Stood behind the flower meadow
           with a state of dilemma
           ONE eye the loner
           ONE eye the shy

Can    Someone loves the rarest, infinity
           who was the all to life
           Be quiet, just listen. Our infinite
           love path is opening,
           One is all or nothing!

Only     ONE destiny
              ONE error, falling.
              ONE sun
              ONE space, entire journey.

Hide     your hesitation and despondency
              shy crystal spirits nudged a mirror  
              which circle an undressed fairy
              why do those unlimited desires spark?
              You. An orange cyclops-eye, pandering to look

Half     of humans believe it to be better off
             with two unions
             the rest agreed to remain a loner, being as it is.

Of       all the colours surrounding her
            light blue, dark purple, green, yellow, and orange.
            don’t we only have one to pick?
            she was there, the brightest ******.

The    summer reeds are deepened
           whist you feathered the dark
           in thought
           within skins
           ONE eye the loner
           ONE eye the evil
           Where they escaped from
           Where they’re better off alone
Truth.
Half joy half sadness, alone or an pair, story of truth seeker in the modern technological era.
Apple cinnamon, ice cream pie
tasty pastries land on my thighs;

Tell me, which side will you like? crumbling crust out layer
Or cinnamon squeezed with nutmeg apple inner?

Secret sour flavour waves off  ice-cream. Sweet tasty apples,
Hot pie with
Cold ice cream
Fresh and yum yum..


~~@ Magda and family
Many thanks to share with us
A homemade Apple Pie 🥧😋
Enjoy a homemade  Appel Pie with friend and her family
Memories soar, those cheerful moments,
Soon turn to scars, they are all swords.

You experienced the talons of desire,
Who never is brave never comes of age,
Upon a windy breeze, a silk-road distance,
Day dreamers shift to day travellers.

Hey, our ancestors,
Don't we preserve the same genes?
Scars from swords. Wars, wars and wars,
They all soaked into a blood
ancient book.
 
Hey, our childhood mates,
Haven’t you healed that patch of rotten wound?
The time has sealed its luminous web,
The remnants remain still.

You who stand firm

like a hidden door receding into eternity!

Your feet are bleeding thresholds,
We find comfort in sorrow,

fulfilment in what’s hollow.
Our aimless time travel continues
and we follow.
To dedicate the memories and histories of Uyghur region in China
Prologue

Don’t throw bouquets at me

Don’t please my folks too much

Don’t laugh at my jokes too much

People will say we’re in love


1

At the corner leans
His guitar. Six strings covered
A pair of blue eyes.

2.

Taste of Sour, she forced herself
to bleed the sweet instead.
A set of invisible wonders.

3.

Was everything the same?
Was everything there?
The winds came, who is playing?

4.

Melody is an unframed mirror
Together, those were
Our breathes.
Our duet together. A nonstop
orchestrated love song


5.

He holds a torch in her direction,

attempted to pierce through the empty veil

to remembrance of shadows.

6.

Unfiltered, unedited, surreal, raw
and authentic. She is not under human spirits, 

She is whole. She is more than fragmented.

7.

His Guitar moves without fingers

to the thoughts in the dance you bring to it.


8

Below, flows, winds, unidentified bowl of
Greens, a glimpse of recognition;

The melody they used to keep.


9.

Melody leads to a path that dances with shadows;

the footsteps that burn the heart deep.

10.

Hot red, voice of D. No tune can be
Determined. He sings and plays over her body
Again and again, high and low, tranquil to whispers.

11

At the top of her body
He was searching,  light yellow
spirals of tunings.



12.

Crystals, candles, prayer
Cat meditates a burst of screaming
Decomposing secret of notes.


 
13.

Painting, poetry, science, the occult,
Philosophy, and psychology
melody our hearts sing


14.


Heard only by our ears

none other knows the tune


15.

He felt the need to discover himself  in the crystal mirror
it lights to guitar and that split mirror in two;
Melody auditioned by two

Created harmony for one

16.

“People will say We’re In Love”
Her Guitar lightly tuned
Each silent kiss recreates a note

Every sigh completes the lilt
Each embrace plays a chord

17.

Do we know where we came from or where we went?

Is the life we live worth the way its been spent?


18.

Over a giant D, vibrancy of transparency music sheet
a song forevermore.
“People will say We’re In Love”
Her guitar lightly tuned

19.


Together, we are in living, dying
and reincarnation.
Last week Friday, the Queen is facing life without her ‘strength and stay’:
She will carry on
But it will be a lonelier path.
Knock Knock (Yet Not TickTock)
Maybe or Mightily. Where shall we start?

Feeding up with our own ego.
Fearless knight ready for a battle
Stand on your own! Is there a path
lead to solitude? Look down
where those dropped
Stars squeezed echo.
They all reunified at valley bottom.

Fearless knight dawn your Armor
Who will be prepared to a cosplay night
Angel or Devil? Hold on tight
True heart's desires 
Fearless Knight.
Stand your ground.
Due time for battle.
Maybe, Mightily No fearless.
Together, not alone.

08/03/2021
#Dedicated to an official from Aung San Suu Kyi's party has died in custody in Myanmar.
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