#AmericanWriters
The breeze on the bank Already blows cool and mild; The distant merging of lake and sk… Is but a red trace of sunset. The deep silence of the lake,
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…
Rain, Black clouds, Fallen blossoms and pale moon, The hurried flight of birds The arrival of lonely autumn
It is spring, And somewhere in the night A lute is playing. It sings of youth and joy, And love.
Who knows when meeting shall ever… It might be for years or It might be forever. Let us then take a lump of clay, Wet it, pat it,
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…
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 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.
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…
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’…
Rays spring from the East like pu… The humming bird begins his flight… Happily he flies through the purpl… Looking for the lovely pink rose. On the mountain peak,
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,
I sit through the long night In the high tower, And listen to the autumn rain Outside my window. There is no sound of human life,
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,
