Along the bright cliff I followed,
Sight spins as the knife is walking,
Thunders swallowed,
Daylights repeats sun's falling.
The gentle veil runs a stream,
visibly whirls that struggles a depression
And now fingers ache my scream,
Night is dawn's west expression.
From prawns to rib,
Winds converse a road harsher than prayers
But the blood sends burning flip,
Record tomorrow under a circle layer.
Wake up not just a rise,
sun may just be a reflection of ice.
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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
