It's dusk

I looked at the garden outside the glass door

The pebbles are no longer in the garden

Only the new green fake lawn

More fresh after the morning rain

Especially after the afternoon sun exposure

Energetic and interesting

But why

I still miss pebbles garden

Because it is true

The sky is faint

No stars

No moon

Although it is still bright

Simply go back to my office from the living room

With the saxophone “Going Home” music

Drink a glass of milk

Although there are no bubbles

It is full of his memory and handsome smile

True and beautiful

Keyboard in a dim light is busy

Let the soul run freedom

Running on top of the rainbow

Amongst his wise words

I think when I opened the window

There will be clouds shining outside my window

Sweet in my dream

I like his true

 作者简介：

 

李华（Leanne li）中国陕西人，现居英国，记者，传媒策划人，专栏作家。无论伦敦是深沉还是阳光灿烂，享受用LEANNE视线来感知和聆听每一个您的声音。

 

About the poet

 

Hua Li ( Leanne Li), born in China, is a poet, teacher, journalist and column writer. She enjoys pursuing her dream discovering the world.

 

电子邮箱： leannevision@gmail.com

 

 

                    已是黄昏

         我望着玻璃门外的花园

           满园的沙石已经不再

           新铺的绿色的假草坪

         在早晨的雨后愈发翠绿

        尤其是下午的阳光照射后

                    朝气蓬勃

                    可为什么

   还是怀念曾经的沙石的自然和真

               天空淡淡的

                 没有星辰

                也没有月亮

            尽管天还是亮的

         干脆从客厅回到书房

     在萨克斯风的回家的音乐中

               举起一杯牛奶

               虽然没有气泡

     但是饮它的时候依然会品出

       那份彻心彻骨的潇洒的笑

                  我喜欢那真

             键盘在一份暗淡里

             忙碌的让灵魂奔走

             奔走在那云彩之巅

               那智慧的话语间

           我想我打开窗的时候

      定会有云彩闪亮在我的窗外

               在我的梦里甜美