Try to make me bow? Please don't.
You said about elegancy so my,
body as rib and trembles front,
like a curve without eye.
Could also be prawns,
They all look alike,
Cross stabs on back when,
I stand straight to fly.
Bite, fight, sigh,
a spin in blue for me,
is a journey from day to night,
and turns into a hymning bee.
here I go, or we all?
Be prawns, so never fall.
(Could be interpreted as an inner battle of humanity, or a satire to dictatorship, or also, a culture bend on my back)
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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
