Thursday, 29 March 2018

The month outside the window







month mounts windowsill piquantly

Hold up opens the crack of the curtain

Sadly the Jade Hare-the moon deliver

Silent night does not have a tiny bit of wind

Love the small bug that call repeatedly

Outside also stranding the You Tian that get spirit

Hazy in I turn a body

Strong month sleeps in tenderness

Shadow of not heavy still month sheds the dream fly as before

Awake

Buckish late autumn already was outside the window






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