Clouds fly up high in the sky with dreams that never dry. Westward they fly, in 78.7 Fahrenheit. No wings are needed and here I'll tell you why. With the help of the innocent angels they are going to make things right. In this decent weather the clouds let out no cry. With pure feathers floating aside, a sweet land of liberty is coming into sight.
The woman on the Bench (2nd revision) Silent and cold, she is a fish swimming in a melancholy fog without a destination. In her wandering mind, she is walking on an endless road. Is she is a sleepless philosopher who can look into the future? Or maybe in her heart, she is still an innocent child who dreams of all kinds of fantasies. After noticing her quiet parting, I guess she must be an elusive elf who may disappear in every fleeting second.
Sky is a capricious Miss which rains freezing sorrow and gives heartwarming kiss sometimes refreshing as morning dew sometimes untouchable as an insane shrew.
Clouds drifting in the sky as homeless children are searching for shelter. Lonely and sadly, they forgot how to smile carefreely. Or how many times they had tried to vanish as if no one had cared Under the sparkling the Milky Way
Does anybody know somewhere she can hide? Soon she knows she will awake from this dream.
Immersed in black hole myths, the clock Sometimes saves apples in the bank, Sometimes cries out slowly for love. Only when life becomes no longer flat, It scatters hopes in the color of yellow and red
Timmy The dreaming ball flys high. It carries the ambition of jumping out of the sky. It has a dream of having eternal freedom to fly. However, it can't resist the temptation of flying to the passer by. It falls down and is picked up by a handsome guy.
Timmy The dreaming ball flies high. It carries the ambition of jumping out of the sky. It has a dream of having eternal freedom to fly. However, it can't resist the temptation of flying to the passer by. It falls down and is picked up by a handsome guy.
Once
ReplyDeleteThe Snowy Cloud soaring in the air is as elegant as a princess running in a garden.
It is as soft as water, as passionate as fire.
It is as bright as sunbeams, as pure as white jade.
And it is as tender as mothers’ smile.
The Coud goes after freedom as lovers after eternity.
Albert's Poem
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Clouds fly up high in the sky with dreams that never dry.
Westward they fly, in 78.7 Fahrenheit.
No wings are needed and here I'll tell you why.
With the help of the innocent angels they are going to make things right.
In this decent weather the clouds let out no cry.
With pure feathers floating aside, a sweet land of liberty is coming into sight.
Aww this website is lying. It's 4:19 am now.
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ReplyDeleteThe woman on the Bench (2nd revision)
Silent and cold, she is a fish swimming in a melancholy fog without a destination. In her wandering mind, she is walking on an endless road. Is she is a sleepless philosopher who can look into the future? Or maybe in her heart, she is still an innocent child who dreams of all kinds of fantasies. After noticing her quiet parting, I guess she must be an elusive elf who may disappear in every fleeting second.
Richard
ReplyDeleteSky is a capricious Miss
which rains freezing sorrow
and gives heartwarming kiss
sometimes refreshing as morning dew
sometimes untouchable as an insane shrew.
Joan
ReplyDeleteClouds drifting in the sky as homeless children are searching for shelter.
Lonely and sadly, they forgot how to smile carefreely.
Or how many times they had tried to vanish as if no one had cared
Under the sparkling the Milky Way
Does anybody know somewhere she can hide?
Soon she knows she will awake from this dream.
Money
ReplyDeleteA.H.I.I.M
A baseball player is a hero.
He alone runs in my dream,
I hope that I am as strong as he.
If he stays in my dream,
My whole life will be powerful.
A baseball player is a bird.
He alone flies high in the sky,
I hope that I am as free as he.
If he brings me to his paradise,
My whole life will be delightful.
A baseball player is Time itself.
He alone moves so fast on his way,
I hope that I am as invisible as he.
Let me have courage to embrace Death,
And follow him to the eternal hole.
My true life will be endless.
AMANDA
ReplyDeleteImmersed in black hole myths, the clock
Sometimes saves apples in the bank,
Sometimes cries out slowly for love.
Only when life becomes no longer flat,
It scatters hopes in the color of yellow and red
Timmy
ReplyDeleteThe dreaming ball flys high. It carries the ambition of jumping out of the sky. It has a dream of having eternal freedom to fly. However, it can't resist the temptation of flying to the passer by. It falls down and is picked up by a handsome guy.
Timmy
ReplyDeleteThe dreaming ball flies high. It carries the ambition of jumping out of the sky. It has a dream of having eternal freedom to fly. However, it can't resist the temptation of flying to the passer by. It falls down and is picked up by a handsome guy.