Mother, there was fire in the sky
So bright, it blazed through the beryl lake
So fast, the ruby planes were the slower darts
So loud, I sat by my window, awake.
I stare in my cobalt cheongsam
The sky a lesser red than the lanterns' light
A brief foreword:
Four curt words
To end the night.
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A/N: Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!
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PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
