You

Meeting you is like spring water reflecting pear blossoms,  
Seeing you is like the chirping of cicadas accompanying the summer,  
Thinking of you is like a thousand arrows piercing my heart,  
Remembering you is like the spring breeze brushing the mountain ridge,  
Watching you is like fireworks illuminating the world,  
The poems I write for you,  
Last for a thousand years,  
Known by all,  
But only the title remains.

Kaili.Zhang

CA

13 years old

More by Kaili.Zhang

  • Stupidity

    Some people vote, but never think,  
    Their choices shallow, quick to sink.  
    They cheer and boast, with voices loud,  
    But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd.  

  • Ish

    Not quite,  
    but close.  
    A shade off,  
    a soft blur,  

    Almost there,  
    but waiting,  
    somewhere between  
    yes and maybe. 

  • The Sun

    The sun hangs high, a golden blaze,
    Filling the sky with unblinking gaze.
    It watches over the land, fierce and bold,
    Turning the ground to burnished gold.