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The Light isn’t Coming Near
How many times we felt trapped, not within a physical boundaries, but within our own incapability? Desperately hope for a way out, but only death ends those await. Perhaps there is a hope, glimmering softly on the far side; just like sitting by the night windows and seeing the moon just about within our reach,… Continue reading
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In the Line of Your Smile
It was this year’s Christmas, around a new humble brick house, in the middle of green rice fields, when the sun hidden between the cloudy sky, after the mountain wind gently danced around what we call a family. Yes, it was there I met you again after a while. Continue reading
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Restless Mind
When a restless mind comes, I don’t want just to stay still. I want to dance with the rain, I want to walk within the wind. When a restless mind comes, I just can’t let myself being alone. Continue reading
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Those Colourless Wings
The first time we met, I though I saw a fairy standing in front of me. Came from a sacred forest which I never heard of nor ever imagined of. You walked gently to me, as if your steps never touched the ground, as if you were hovering gently toward me. As if you owned… Continue reading
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The Branch and Shadow of My Life
Even when my awareness walk in present time, sometime there definitely a question comes by, whether I’ve taken the right path, the exact turn, or whether I still hold my shadow far behind within the lost past. There is time when I stand, and look around, only to see nothing but a glimpse of nothingness. Continue reading
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I See The Light
Tonight, I watch again this old animation about a girl with her dream to see the flying lights. Its bringing back so much memory. I think since the storyline so sincere. Continue reading
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The Humble Flowers
I heard the sound, the sound of falling leaves sake their surrounding air gently, the sound of broken streams along just bellow the spring. I saw you were writing – a simple wish of this long journey, a vast dream beyond the very heaven could reach. Continue reading
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The Quiet Path Behind Evening Oak
How long I have stood here, all the past seems has not changed at all into present. The same scarlet sky, the similar humid thin air, and this warm breeze out of nowhere. This floating feeling, this lightened breath, and this softened ground. How long I have stood here. I have no story, I have… Continue reading
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Bend of Morning Winds
I remember clearly, the void, the smell of morning grass and land in the thick of morning mist. It was not unusual morning, neither a special one, it just a common early morning, right before the sun were about to raise gently. And I believe everyone must have ever seen this kind of morning once… Continue reading
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Scrambling My Heart
When I met you on the crossed twilight of past, I know the fate already has scrambling my heart. I know old people said, “love shall never can be found, so seeking is futile, but even love would surely found you, waiting is obvious futile too.” There was no peculiar moment, nor any strange aura… Continue reading
About Me
Hello, I’m a general physician by day and a fiction and blog writer by night. I love fantasy and adventure stories with a cup of tea. Whether it’s exploring magical worlds, solving mysteries, or fighting evil forces, I enjoy immersing myself in the power of imagination.
I also like to share my thoughts and opinions on various topics on my blog, where I hope to connect with like-minded readers and writers. If you’re looking for a friendly and creative person to chat with, feel free to message me.
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