#AmericanWriters
Young man, Seize every minute Of your time. Thedays fly by; Ere long you too
Once more I hold you in my arms; And once more I lost myself in A paradise of my own. Right now you and I are in A golden boat drifting freely on a…
Alone I wander in silence And in the sky the two escaped par… Fall from fear of fishermen. The two fish swim; One white, one gold.
The wind is in high frolic with th… Outside the garden a little yellow… Clinging desparately to its mother… I pick up the leaf And put it in the book,
It is spring, And somewhere in the night A lute is playing. It sings of youth and joy, And love.
Though the night was made for lovi… And the day returns too soon. And so the time flies hopefully Although she’s far away. Other thoughts may come and go,
The dying sun lies sadly in the fa… The autumn wind blows mercilessly; The yellow leaves fall. From the mountain peak, Two streams parted unwillingly,
The surroundings utter no sound. Time suddenly ceases. Gently you fall into my arms. The years of a lifetime never reac… Yet they contain a thousand years’…
I wish neither to possess, Nor to be possessed. I no longer covet paradise, More important, I no longer fear… The medicine for my suffering
The sun sets low in the west; The farewell song is over; We are separating. Leaning on the sandalwood oar I g… Far away, the sky.
I live in memory of a dream Which has come and gone; In solitude I sit on my boat As it glides freely down the tranq… Across the blue sky, the swallows…
Down the Western hill the bright… Making yellow gold of all the air. On a lonely hilltop, away from the… A golden dragon stands staring, wi… Dreams that fade and die in the br…
Love is like a friendship caught o… In the beginning a flame, Very pretty, often hot and fierce But still and only light and flick… As love grows older, our hearts ma…
All streams flowing East or West Must flow into the sea; The current from the middleland Sweeps by the lonely island. Gold and silver pebbles mingle,
Our togetherness is like a sweet d… Too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose awakening should have been i… And now like a dream you will vani… And only in dream can we chance to…