There is a punch in bitty wave,
Flower blooms around milky swirls,
Excites lightened in the endless race,
Claws close, a boom raises in flipping fairy pearls.
Yawning out from a curvy noon,
Leather perfumes and knife heels.
Cutting and spinning, stars will greet soon,
Phones knocking, a night wanders sweaty feels.
The half of black line is full,
Urbans and lights crushing far the sky.
Lips fold, mouthing a century of dull,
Only a mess of sweetness will not be a lie.
Fingers shrink, could be a lovely Chinese milk tea,
Beeps shouts, lens prolong the chai to a mean.
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Tigress from the east
PoetryA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
