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Seventh Melody

Someone is talking about
Nobody is saying
Someone stops
Someone is spreading in tears

Our seventh melody has been swirled
Someone sings
No one is singing
Today is the storm night
The sky will roar
The tree will explode on the tree
Cut off some hands and produce huge leaves.

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poetry

White cotton ball

Someday i will fly
My wings are spreaded in blue sky
There will be a white cotton ball
I will play
I will play like a baby girl
My lips will be

smiling for the world..

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poetry

Destination

When we get knocked down in front of the stairs
Our body, the remaining torn parts,
We can leave us in the vast desert

Not only me
Not only us
Every I and we
want to come back
to destination.

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poetry

Myriads Freedom

The year is passing
and The aged river
Lighting lantern by the boat
Like the world is dying
in the desire to get alive

Freedom! Freedom!Freedom! myriads freedom!

And the silent sunset of weariness
Everything is dark
The living village
Human
Residents
suburb
Yelling out…dying
waiting face in the window of discomfort.