The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Butterflies















Thousands of butterflies
Color the air around the meadow foothills
I saw they worn a dress like you
My eyes shine
To have an astonishing glance at you
When night began
Radiance beauty swift into dusk
Infinite vie of the heart
Like the wake of the stern
Silent is the butterfly
In mid-spring night
Love blooms in silence


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