Coming of autumn, Grey clouds blow across the sky. Sands warm to the touch.
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Shifting Visions
Mountains grow with rain, Mist shrouding the peaks from view. World harmonizes.
Rebuild
Swallow on rooftop- Meticulously building. Patiently repeat.
Chained
Beast inside all men- Howling at the darkened walls. Held in gentle chains.
Childhood
Tree over small yard, Ground littered with children’s toys. Alone in the dark. Bed sits unused and unmade- Air conditioning rattles.
Impermanence
Season’s transition. Sitting alone in desert- Straw dog on fire.
Eyes of Children
The eyes of children Looking glass into our soul Clean of age’s stain
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Posted in Poetry
Cycles
Green grasslands alive Stretching towards incarnate sun Golden they lay dead
Nian Xióng Hall 