Elisa Lai

a simple life

leading a simple life

is never a simple task

you need an unusually simple brain

to simplify complicated things

thinking simply is an art

the simplest things

have perfected

take for example

the petal-fly

       drifting down the noon beams

it comes to life

and flies

away from me

this is all very simple

what else can you make of it?

it¡¦s hard to think of

nothing at all

so perhaps its best

to think little thoughts

just of small things

leading a simple life

you see

is never a simple task

you need a tiny simple brain

that really knows how to think

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Elisa Lai

a walk in the woods

rolling leaves

by lonely steps

always ahead of me

scattering shadows

a gift from the moon

the breeze whistles

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morning parting

how blank the blanket

just your shape remains

how many pills left in the pillow

so used to your head

how sad the shadow

silhouette at the door

how sore the song

in this head sounding

how dead the bed

no beat beside me

now that

your heart

is stone

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