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how clearly the sunset is bright
I didn’t realize until this moment
every seconds of cold and dark night
is worth waiting for this glorious event
yes, it was as though walking in a desert
into an unknown territory, whose stomach
is unfathomably vast and dangerous
yet now, all of those past became the manure
to nourish a future much more mature
how humbly grateful it is to be at this stage
how fortunate it is to have teachers so great
2.19.2022
when a sweet scent of spring
hit my cheeks and disapeared
I froze, numbed by the shock so sudden
then I recalled the softness hidden
under layers of kind gestures
revealing serene and honorable overture
a beginning of an adventure
a courageous journey into brighter future
2.18.2022
it’s as if every inch of breathing space is
whipped into whirlwinds of flowery fire in
this long narrow path we all must take
when light runs thousands of miles to make
this realization that, perhaps that’s all:
you’ve given it all, and now wait for your call
when darkness had lent its hand to me
I shook its hand
it was as if my bones shattered at mere touch
yet I did not let go.
there is more work to do
there will be a new day
the sun will rise again
there will be more
the sweet warmth hit my face point blank
stunned, I uttered few words of confusion
then softness disappeared around the corner
left me wondering ‘has all this been a dream?’
but the eyes, the smiles, the ears, and hairs
I remember them vividly; as if I could touch
had I been back into the past, that moment,
I’ll hold your hand and tell you: ‘I see you’
and would just stare into those eyes
those eyes deep with warmth and clarity
I may have rather a chilly side to my heart
but I’ll keep working it to bring you warmth
2.18.2022
sleeping elephants march down the street.
slowly, but firmly, serene ritual greet
the gentle blue dusk of a spring evening
as solemn witnesses to all living beings.
As chilly breeze softly careens
baby elephants to sweet dreams
elder elephants leads the helm
tracing the remnants of glorious realm.
2.16.2022
standing in the middle of a meadow
with grey cloud overhead, green waves flow,
endless gusts of whirlwind dances
as I stare at a far distance
waiting, as the ember in the heart is burning
balancing between betting and believing
hoping, that I’ll see those eyes again,
those eyes like les petits pains en croissant.
2.15.2022
like a small, quiet, and calm ember
that slowly burns, leaving a trace,
memory of her eyes grows steadily larger
like a drumbeat looming with large bass
in silence, I watch this fire grow in my heart
wondering how did it happen?
was it her all-black outfit in cafe so dark?
alighted, I stare into her dark silence
and I wake up to a realization so tangible:
you do not even know who you are;
how’d you know who she truly is?
there are so many burning questions
bubbling onto surface of my consciousness
Humbly, I hope for a chance with her more.
Although I may not get to truly know her,
I’d like to stay with her for as long
as I can, listening to her dreams and her songs
2.14.2022
thank you mom
I don’t think there’s any word I can use
to describe how much I am grateful
for what you and dad have given me
to see what I see
and to feel what I feel
all the glories and the challenges
all the joys and the sorrows
your smile surpasses them all
mom, mom, thank you.
mom, mom, I love you.
2.13.2022
like the golden sunset laced in the air
there’s something I read from songs so fair
like a tsunami, flashes of memories arrived
reckoning long-forgotten feelings I’d archived
I stared into the deep blue ocean
and I dared to swim again into freedom
2.12.2022
if I may,
I’ll let Spring air sing jazz songs,
let fluffy clouds lay down gentle shades
for the beauty who takes a long
nap in between joyous adventures.
It is my humble overture,
one I’ve decided upon a springtime,
one I may keep for a very long time.
2.11.2022
Ralph with Coffee 
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