"Wind Chimes" - A Poem

Author: Joey Zhou

Translated from Chinese: Joey Zhou

There is always a wind chime

Made by your own hands,

There is always a summer breeze

Floated from afar,

Always is a breath

A familiar phantom,

There is always a throbbing

Makes the nose sour to the heart;

The ecstasy rhythm collides in an instant...!

No guilt!

No greeting!

Not heavy!

No expectations!

Everything is back to

The darkness before being buried by the stars...

Pitch-black silence,

A silent dream, a dreamy sigh.

Standing in front of the window of the photography building,

Everything is white as a wedding dress,

or

Crushing the missing in the white rose and the hatred after the missing, the hatred is torn like a knife.

There is always a picture,

Drawn by your own hands,

There is always a song,

Forged by swan song,

There is always a parting,

Made of deep love,

There is always a time of deep love,

It was instigated by wind chimes.

Listen, what's up with the wind...

Memory

In a burst of warm singing in the bell,

Oh wind chimes, oh wind chimes,

Let

My poems are in the extreme high notes of the summer wind

Constant revival...!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Wind chimes, oh wind chimes.

(Written on Diamond Bar Mountain on May 15, 2018)

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