Thursday, March 29, 2018


Oak tree - Photo: BXK


A misty morning
The tree asks the rocks: are you freezing?
Our breaths suddenly become holy smoke
A quiet realm, lonely--immensity...

In the early morning, the East embraces freezing cold and the West combats the wildfire
While others recycling the wastes to make a living
The body is thin, quietly doing their tasks in the dusty and windy environments
Listen to our own hearts, wake up--feeling as stranger in the foreign land.
The loneliness seeps the quietness alone
Waiting for the old calendar fade away
A personal dream or common realm that we all endure
Our hands are shaking—fatigue while our shoulders are skinny and weak!

Phe Bach

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