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Spring inSeoul
If you are looking for me
and all you find is a number of steps
left on soft garden grass
I have gone
to find the blossoms
To wipe the numbers of days
When winter and distance
Took smiles away.
A flutter of pink returns them today
Fly in fly out
Midnight heat melting on black tarmac
Miles of desert bushes on the red horizon
Cicadas’ songs travel over the empty river.
Around the campfire, singing every song we know
Soul to warm
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Autumn after the holiday
over the edge of the water
day’s end fire
canons of silvery power
emptying the beach
from my shoe
in the morning dew
only the stone smell remembers
washed skies
drops of laughter
of summer rain
squares rainbow row
beach huts dotting the edge
edge of the water melt in the sky
Winds swing by
White foams on my toes
bright and steady horizon line
eyes drifting away
white water on cold fingers
after the holiday
sand in my pocket
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COVID Swallow my Universe
My home embraced me like a motherly cocoon of love and suffocated me by the same amount during this lockdown. The humming noise of distant factories and the occasional passing car punctuated the new calm atmosphere. I slowly rose from my cozy bed and began making my morning coffee. My cat, a fluffy ball of contentment, rolled to my feet, her happiness seemingly dependent on my presence.
With the world outside quieted my mind wandered freely through the corridors of my thoughts. I realised I had never had so much time to drift around in my head. I dreamt of far-off journeys over parched fields and strolling along a country road, the air heavy with the dusty sweetness of ripe raspberries.
The computer on my desk started making a low humming noise, connecting me to the world beyond my walls. It could also connect me to other people's minds, like strands of a spider's web wobbling in the vast expanse of virtual space. It felt like computers had swallowed the universe, and we, like fragile bubbles, were being swept by the turbulent currents of dark news, oscillating between hope and desperation with each passing moment.
Swiftly falling on the pathway
Through the park of blossoms blue,
Dead leaves drift, as people often say,
Like our dreams that never grew.
Through the softened light descending
From a cloud of silken grey,
Walks a maiden, sweetly dreaming,
With a sergeant on his way.
The sunset fades in crimson fire,
And summer's night draws near,
Descending softly on the hills and valleys,
Silent, bright, and clear.
Blushing red with shy emotion,
Downward cast his thoughtful gaze;
She crushes brittle autumn leaves
In her little patent shoes' trace.
And in gentle contradiction
To the landscape's singing tune,
They walk apart, yet side by side—
The Major and his Mignonne.
Rest settles softly on the fallen leaves,
While only footsteps sound;
And one young girl with longing heart
Still sings beneath the moon.
Her lover waits to hold her close
Down by the mountain side,
And kiss her long with tender thirst
On brow and eyes with pride.
Along the autumns street
Clouds
Pigtails of hope
Rained on the down path
The sky castle
Lift soul stones
Golden Horizon
“Wait for the sun to paint the sky,
where hope and endless oceans lie.”
Rainy smile
Smile for the rain
Translucent drops
On hand turned upside down
Glass doors shine with street cars
Wipers for rain and worries
Stubborn red berries hang tight
Sky between the branches
Grows more blue and darker
Half a moon
Into the silent lake of the sky
Smile never fail to bloom again
and again
On the off chance your umbrella
Pass on street
“We are anchored deep in earthly soil,
yet reaching up where stars uncoil.”
Rooted in Stars
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Selected Books by Nicoletta Glod
The Last New Year’s Eve
This book is a contemporary Australian mystery set in a grand old house overlooking Hobsons Bay in Williamstown, Melbourne. For more than forty years, Seaview House has been the gathering place for family celebrations, old friendships, and cherished memories. But as the family prepares to celebrate one final New Year’s Eve before the beloved house is sold and redeveloped, long-buried secrets begin to surface.
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The Poem of Unspoken Dreams
City Whale
brisk morning air
escalators flush up
bags, shoes, dreams
over the coffees steam
smiles blooms
scorched by the autumn
lost papers of the day end
rolled leaf's in the wind
cigarettes lighting the sunset
whale is slowing down
petering rain
wiping windscreens and worries
half a moon
swipe off streets
gone leaf's and rushed lovers
Glass doors shine with street cars
Evening high heels tap dance
Wine swing in the glasses
Opera doors lure dreamers inside
Capturing the Essence of Hope in Every Word
Explore a curated collection of original books and poems designed to inspire dreams and share personal insights that resonate with the human spirit.