The Journey Starts From Here

Hi, Bloggers.

After all this time my writing only became a useless pile on my laptop, I got a suggestion to make the garbage mean. I started from here. I don’t expect much, I don’t care about the number of my followers (though a little hope). I wrote so that the happiness in me was awake. I also hope that my spirit of writing will continue to flare up.

I hope you like it!

NztGts

((Hope somebody visits my blog))

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Under the Moonlight

The waves swept my feet
Soft,

sand spoils me
Coconut trees waving
in the dark.

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White Rose

Drops of dew fall from the petals,
I touched softly,
I get the crown vein,
soft.

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The Old One

Green as far as you see,
The clear sky stretched,

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For you, Mum

Nine months in your womb.
For years I grew up in your care.
That’s how long I love you.

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Flying Letters

Hey clouds are marching,
accompany me,
alone, lonely,
silent without sound.

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Home Sweet Home

A building,
with a soft base,
sturdy pole,
towering roof.

We might consider it not something special.
We only think of it as a shelter.

Realize it
that a house is not just a shelter.

Home is where half our hearts are left behind.
Home is the storehouse of our story.
The house is a silent witness for half of our lives.

Home is where we return,
as far as we go back.

Home is where our hearts are bound,
therefore,
home is the most special place
between our hearts.

Truth

Truth

The truth is beautiful

The truth is also terrible

Truth is a must

Truth is also sadness

Many choose not to know it.

Truth is a terrible thing,
and therefore must be treated with care

Song of the Mermaids

Sing of the Mermaid

For centuries I became a legend.

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Nature is Still Beautiful

Gold is dredged from the bowels of the earth.
Oil is mined in the sea.
Coal is heavily exploited.
The forest was completely cut down.

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I Offer Ink and Paper

I live alone.
On a long park bench.
I stare at the sky.