Dust
In a slender and willow-lined alley
hides a lonely old tea house
A trace of the sun in late spring
squeezes through the mottled wooden windows
and lights up the wandering dust
who's daydreaming a fireworks-filled night
The crescent moon is hiding in the clouds
and shuts tightly the doors and windows of dreams
Embracing loneliness of the deep alley
a breeze whisks beyond the eaves
and never hears the dust's bellow
that's as silent as its mother, soil
© a month ago,
Likes: ChrisW, AP YouxiaHaikusaur, Lyrical Dove
AP YouxiaHaikusaur - thus the legacy of the beauty and the dust of the nature's legacy
Nice writea month ago
Lyrical Dove - This is really beautiful! I love the scenery! I can absolutely understand the feeling of tiny things going unheard/unnoticed! Beautiful! Lovely!a month ago
先写了中文的底子
尘埃
窄窄的深巷
孤零零的老茶坊
晚春的残阳
透过斑驳的木窗
伴着尘埃彷徨
月弯躲进了云端
梦的门窗紧关
拥着深巷的孤单
清风拂过屋檐
不曾听到尘埃的呼喊
