英文诗歌（原创）

Pian 1

**“Dawn in Verse”**

The sun, a golden coin, slips through the blinds,

Spilling light on pages where silence finds

A rhythm soft, like breath upon the air—

Each line a window, framing time with care.

I read of oceans, storms, and larks that sing,

And in each stanza, feel the world take wing.

Pian 2

**“A Sonnet for the Page”**

O little poem, shaped in foreign tongue,

Your syllables dance where my own words once clung.

You teach me how a rose can bloom in rhyme,

How grief may walk in iambs, step by step sublime.

With every couplet, I learn again to see—

A world reborn in English melody.

Pian 3

**“Night’s Quatrain”**

The moon, a pale parenthesis in black,

Holds whispers that no spoken tongue can track.

I copy Keats by candle’s flickering glow—

Each English vowel, a seed the night will sow.

By dawn, my heart has learned to sing in grief,

A borrowed music, brief but beyond belief.