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Seven strings still painful to hear...

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  • lanzhan 1d

    A simple day with bitter coffee
    in his lips
    An old penny rolling in the street
    caught the mundane sky with slightest
    loosening clouds
    That trying to go down to wander for
    a lifetime


    ©lanzhan 05152022

  • lanzhan 2w

    It's too quiet that you can hear
    every single drop of rain
    that it may seem crumbling
    pebbles on weary road
    Her soul never bother when
    coldness creeping up on her
    She was tapping the window like
    a hostage in the darkness
    She was a prisoner of her own
    mind that no emotion in her eyes

    ©lanzhan 0502022

  • lanzhan 9w

    I am an old woman
    that still fascinated
    how beautiful
    the vintage of the past
    My fingers and my
    mind no longer as
    sharp as the old days
    in writing sonnets
    I am an old woman
    that still frowning
    when I can't perfect
    shading my lips
    with plum
    and red velvet

    ©lanzhan 03172022

  • lanzhan 9w

    Seven strings never
    forgotten the undying
    love of the moon
    Tears still traveling
    under moonlight
    His heart never separated
    with the melodies and
    memories
    The depths of pain
    and longing living
    in his veins

    ©lanzhan 03142022

  • lanzhan 9w

    Rain often pouring
    when clouds can't
    hold the tears of life
    Unscented trees and
    flowers chasing strong
    wind with faring cents
    Hearsay of jealous
    wilt of mine
    Untainted the rosebuds
    of May

    ©lanzhan 03142022

  • lanzhan 9w

    It's my story
    My failures
    and my glory
    But, every pages
    of my life have
    bruises and scythe
    memories
    But, my ending
    My final chapter
    I can't do anything
    about it
    As I'm not the
    creator of my existence

    ©lanzhan 03142022

  • lanzhan 9w

    Summertime why are you
    less brighter
    Rosebuds in the afternoon
    so lazy to bloom
    Complexion of the waves
    fading blue
    No it's not sweet of May
    It's not April's love affair
    But an ardent fire with
    no soft touch all the way
    in June

    ©lanzhan 03142022

  • lanzhan 9w

    Meaningless to count
    grieves in the weeds
    Meaningless to live
    in the decaying world
    What beauty would that
    be
    inside the tombstone?
    Nothing but worms

    ©lanzhan 03132022

  • lanzhan 9w

    She touched the frosty leaves
    The illusion of desolated winter
    A less bitterness of visit in
    his world
    A visit in the sad music of
    one string
    And a gentle exit without
    any regrets

    ©lanzhan 03132022

  • lanzhan 9w

    Dawning skipped
    the month of August
    As she was in deep
    pain and must lamented
    Tattered gaze of galaxies
    she didn't give any care
    Her wrinkles painted
    in her old faded life


    ©lanzhan 03132022