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When I Was Going Home
When I was going home
the darkness was around,
nobody on the street,.
I saw an old woman,
she was a dandelion like,.
she rummaged in the refuse bins
which were all alike.
She was the one who's got her pension
"in the proportion with her job".
I wouldn't like here to mention
...
Thursday 9th September 2010 7:45 pm
My life experience
The more I live the more I am surprised.
There are still a lot of things to be realized.
The life flows like a river on the land,
The more I know the less I understand.
The more I give the less I get,
But my life style is: Never regret!
The time flies, it will never come back,
But the hopes still live with no lack.
Some people say: T...
Sunday 11th July 2010 7:10 pm
Birdsong
Birdsong
tweet tweet not twitter
Birdsong
dance of death
Birdsong
ashes to ashes
the fire flames
birdsong
I rise I rise.
Thursday 25th February 2010 3:44 am
Artist Talking-To Artist
Artist talking to artist
As Light to Light
No outsiders hearing
What viewers have in sight.
The colours of the paintings
Reflects the artists thoughts
Though the onlookers never know
The artist’s. Mind.
Artist talking to Artist
Like words from a book
Pictures revealing
Their outlook
One slash here, a line there
A rounded curve
A mountain
A landscape. A portrait
Of dots connecting dots
As ...
Sunday 3rd January 2010 12:43 am
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