a winter star

a winter star shines in the cold,
so lonely, so old.

many flower stars,
here we are, brave and bold.

White & Wet

 

Silver and cold,
snow became rain
when it grew old.

White and wet
... and that’s how
snow and rain met.

If snow means lovely,
then rain means
we are happy.

 

 

It was raining after Christmas.
Rain or shine, it is a must
to take some pictures of
how happy we have met.

my Christmas gift

 

a melt snow drop on a new daffodil’s leave,
a Christmas gift from nature.

The loud silence

 

Sometimes, silence can explain things better than a thousand words.

me, myself and forest

It seems sad
Sitting alone in the forest.
Actually it is not that bad
Sitting in peace in the forest.
The truth is I am glad
Sitting with myself in the forest.

Long Journey

In the middle of no where,
I could not see I were there.

In the middle of life I spare,
I can see why after long journey I reach there.



an old rose, our old love

Let's grow old together,
an old rose and our old love.

An old rose has its beauty,
our old love has its beautiful memory.

One cloudy day,

an old rose I'm thinking about throwing it away.

A rose's beauty,

I still see it even in a hazy day.