The Mist


Frivolous wind
On pinetree’s fingers
White, cold and sharp
Hustled the delicate mists
Reflected on silverish river

Listen to the wind
Listen to the tickles on your spine
Listen to the dancing princess
Dawn after dawn

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warmer months and sunlight heats
rising temperature differently
over the land and the oceans
a seasonal reverse
twists with the wind
from place to place
eventually knocks on our secret door
with so much rain
again and again

after years we never learned
to equilibrate all circumstances
o, blue sea breezes come
from southwest in a summer
carrying wind-blown dusts
the wind-blown dusts are falling
thickening sediments
in our hearts there’s nothing else
nothing else but loess

The Sound Of Light


the sound of light
falls to the dewy grass
whistles through the humid weeds
swings by the wind of the prairie

the spark of light
parch in the dark sky
flashing down the porch
and old wooden door
of a lonely hut in the mountain’s lair

the sign of lives
sowing the seeds
in every eyes we see
in the sky and dancing flowers
when the windchimes swirl like a pendant
a little girl opens the door
stepping down the cobblestones
she runs like a wingless angel
to the wilderness of the prairie

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Sri The Mountain Princess

A woman who grew up in the middle of deciduous teak forest
She was destined to live in the silence of singing land
Far from prosperity that is assumed equal to a crowning gold
But her heart is peaceful

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Twilight Paradise


majestic lights after sunset
golden twilight across the sea
above the guardian mountain
shadows and lights unite
can you hear?
can you feel?
the wind is singing a lullaby
embraced by rhythm of tides
along with stranded shells on the beach
enlightened by touch of waves
shimmering between corals
and glittering seaweeds
a melodic harmony

Novia, 2014