Beautiful Pieces of Pains

All the saints I’m around turn to grey.

Their black eyes just stare and slay

My hope into dusty powders.

With teardrops, they’re falling together.

But the nature’s mercy

Brushes up each pain carefully.

Every invisible pieces of heart on the ground

Are transformed into jewels of red, star, yellow, crown.

I realize the world suddenly

Blesses every sad soul secretly,

With colorful lessons to appreciate,

With the never-dying faith.

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Autumn Red

I wish the firing red

Shaded the coldness around.

Again, November foliage

Is painting the sky and the ground.

All the beautiful places

Wait and wait to be together found.

I wish …

But it doesn’t matter anymore, now.

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