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"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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