The Barrymore Hill

Here’s a morning decorated with gold inlay,
And this is not but just a fair break of day.
We are standing in this cold light of day,
To greet the new morning’s magical play.

See the light reveals another dimension,
Brings to light a new boundless horizon.
The dawn chorus sings a madrigal song,
The poetic lines of the nature’s composition.

Would you like tea or just a cup of coffee,
While we savour this pleasant scenery?
Here, up in this hill, we surely can see,
This magnificent landscape is only our victory.

I’ve been thinking, my friends,
From our exertion of walking ascend,
And from everything what we expend,
Freedom is what we deserved, in the end.

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I return back home running

I was sitting alone behind a scorched huge old log. I knew it was a valley, but couldn’t remember where it was. There’s no path or direction because, as far as I could see was, everything had burnt. Paths had burnt. There was no green grass, no flowers and no bush, no trees but charred woods without leaves . Above me, there was plenty of dark clouds covering the skies dimming the entire place. I was hearing nothing; it wasn’t muteness, it’s only too quiet, the place is silent and deserted, except for the amplified noise of the distant thunder every now and then.

There’s not much can be remembered. All I know was, I’ve lost my backpack, I’ve lost my handbag, I’ve lost my wallet. And there was just nothing left but the clothes I wore. I had lost everything and I got nothing to continue.

I looked at myself, alone, exhausted, cold, tired and weary. I was running out of courage and strength. There was nothing to eat, nothing to drink. While I didn’t know where I was, I did not know where to go. All I was doing is sitting down, with knees placed on my chest and arms fold around my feet, sheltering myself from wind and cold.

Day after day, year after year, I had been living in that horrible valley doing nothing, moving nowhere, meet nobody, exactly as bored as it is. Even the cloud had never been raining for years, you could not see the sun and forgot how warm it is, and you could not enjoy the rain and forgot how happy it is.

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Upsy-hazy

Dear you, my charred star – sparkly,
Who once came in the gloaming beauty.
Guised in angle’s breeze, so gently,
Along with the wind, merry march briskly.

Your nature’s ignorance was free and easy,
Bore yourself peacefully, calmy and drowsy,
Sparkled like a fairy – so ritzy and dressy,
Swapping my mind with a world of a living fantasy.

Once we took to the floor,
Went fancy and begin to dance show.
You fluttering like a flower in the row,
Shaking, trembling and jigging on the down low.

We boogied away as a happy stupor,
Hopping, jumping on colours of the rainbow.

But then I heard you mourn in gruff,
While I still keeping you huff and puff.
Time went on but I only entrapped,
I was stay still and lapping it up.

And when your excuse became more flimsy,
It became a future that I couldn’t foresee.
You know I could’ve stay but it’s not easy,
Deeply in love but I only felt lousy.

So sorry, I haven’t say good bye,
Now you are gone, but the story is stay.
Like the stars in the middle of the day,
Keep on flying in the day’s bright sky.