Bidding me good-bye

It comes to comfort me
From morn till now
It tweets softly and sweetly
Bidding me good-bye
Hi, little bird, thanks and
I wish you also good life

4:45 am 06 April 2011

Good morning,
This is the most quiet moment, but
The first bird has sent out its first message,
What is it?
Oh, it seems to say
I wish you good day and
I wish you good-bye!

One,Two,Three, Go!

One,Two,Three, Go!
The Earth moved,
The Sky rolled,
The Universe exploded.
One,Two,Three, Go!
Feel good?
Yes.
No regret?
No.
One,Two,Three, Go!

I am tough, an't I ?

I am tough, an't I?
I don't know how tough I could be.
I am blown blow by blow,
I fell and fell,
I come up again and again, when
There's one blow, that's so strong, that
I'll never come up again!
I am tough, an't I?

These are the flowers of apples (The Fuji Apples) (phots taken from Mrs. Mann's blog - her apple trees)

The Grey Turtledoves

Just like a small piece of blood stained string,
Just like poor mother with her baby,
Just like the muddy spot on the window's glass panel,
These are the voices of the grey turtledoves of the forest.

The wind has become strong,
The surface of the lake is dusky, empty and boundless,
My life
Is going to come up.

(Translated by oswald, from 楊鍵 詩集"慚愧" 106頁之灰斑鳩)
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