finaleĀ 

 

everything comes to an end:

the scent, the smoke, the sorrow and the soup;

the lives, the leddar, the laughter and the love;

the moments that clashed together 

changing the paths forever

do all have their ends.
so it stayed 

and it goes

and the magic ends

and the veil left

leaving the hollows that follow 

mocking the fellow a forever deferral of tomorrow.

Written on 16 June 2015

To one of the favourite place in the neighbourhood: siu chau wong

setting-sun

  

setting sun, burning dreams, fading youth, passing time:

the golden moment of life becomes prime;

dying light, dimming beam, vanishing dawn, moving tides:

a resurrection of the childish roller coaster ride.
glittering, glittering, glittering stars in the sea

only with a child’s eye which shall be seen.

Written on 3 May 2015

To the glittering fairies in deep beneath.

on-fairnessĀ 

  

Life is unfair

Life is never fair

Never is it has been declared

Hard work

Great effort

Time wasted

The young grown old

The world has never been fair

Whether or not are we aware

Written on 12 feb 2015 

 

on-age

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The age never forgives anyone;
The age have never ever forgotten any single one
She keeps her preys in her sight in the hunt:
Those Dancing on her face,
Yawning in her wrinkles,
Cheering inside her eyes,
Crying from her ears–

In time, in time
You gained and you lost
But what is lost is always more than that is gained
Only is time robbing everything that held in the helpless arms
And leaving there none
But who dares to get them back?

Written on 3 December 2014

winter

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Red trees standing side by side
Red leaves falling by and by
Waves of people and crowds of trend
Flooded the woods with trash and sand
Snaps and Polaroid and iPhones and chit-chat
Facebook and Pinterest and Instagram and snap chat
When the civilisation of human is murdered
By propaganda and social media

Wonder of nature
Wonder of technology
Wonder of world
Wondering if someone else feel the same as mine
Wonder
If there is an end

Written on 3 & 24 January 2015
A fragment of winter