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Perhaps it’s that time of the year,
Bees dancing in an infinite loop,
Heaps of fortunes thrown into hoops,
Laughters and chantings, greetings,
And swearings, all blossoming from roots.
Ah, it must be that time of the year
My feet are grounded deep into the groove,
Petals of flowers prance around loose
Perhaps gust of wind’ll knock on window
Perhaps sun’ll be the only witness you are right.
9.9.2019
I glanced at my hands,
Skin is thicker than I remember,
Bones hardened with blows I endured more than I can bear.
Bittersweet wrinkles are the ones that stare back at me now.
Crimson sun rising beyond dark blue sky reminds me again: it ain’t over yet.
Perhaps I’d need to tear off this white shirt
Run with bear feet a thousand mile
And shout with wills of the thousands that passed out behind me
I am here!
8.1.2019
Running through a track in a public park in behind my apartment,
Cores of illuminations surfaces into the darkness, as the sun sets, dusks showers, and darkness seeps from shadows.
Darker the night broods, the crispier and sharper the light becomes, piercing through corneas.
They come through even when you let your eyelids fall down, tired from running all this time.
And when the ultimate light starts approaching the horizon,
Dutifully, silently, the sparks hide themselves within cloaks of the glorious light, solemnly keeping their positions.
For when the time of need comes again,
They shall arise.
7.6.2019
When the day is over,
Bittersweet and peaceful is the walk back home
Green brushes of tree leaves gracefully wave,
sparkling against sunlight
Gentle breeze caresses on an exhausted shoulders,
softening a tightened heart
As the sun warmly retires over horizon,
lanky shadows lay on this lonely street
A whiff of soft, fresh air of life
lifts up a spirit to delight.
6.26.2019
Ralph with Coffee 