Thursday, 29 March 2018

The flower withered







A cool wind has blown early morning

Extend a lazy waist to move outside eye window

The lotus yesterday withered

The lotus head that remain

But in wind in pulling, sway

The green of little

Can't petition of opposite life persuade to stay

Although have shallow grief

But the despair that is pair of future anything but

The highbrow art and literature of some day

Just be the force that it will rise abruptly tomorrow






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