24 - Quiet abode (Luo Wenzhou/Fei Du)
October 24, 2025 at 1:33 PM
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Not in the solitude filled with pain, Not in the emptiness of the gain Gotten from dangerous plays with stocks, Not in the flirty but aimless talks With the hand holding the glass of wine, Not in the thrilling and crazy drive… They are decorations for masquerade, For my tremendous, — but hollow, — parade Of masks. It is, actually, One of demanding tasks To discover something genuine In the heart confined. The chains are rusty, So heavy, dusty, But you unlock, unbind, So easily, — with a smile, — Pull me out from the exile… Here, at home, — so small but cozy, Sunset colours our walls in rosy; With smells of cooking, With something always to be fixed, With the laughter and passion, — mixed, And with the touch of tenderness: Everything’s fine and effortless. This way, having no clue, I find quiet abode in you.
