Does my brace bear some swords,
make my visit quiet?
and the arms, the ribs, the words,
turn the sun hanging down set.
In a room ground stabbing, faces
flash with toes and they race,
without scar or sign just as, silent as I was.
On a glance of tender-take grass,
is you,
unchangeable but eternal,
the dark the evil always you,
the lifetime appeal,
the criminal I must seek a taste!
Dear Eden, please be my mask,
and the apple, flips me over,
let me devour the power,
till I hear the place, where
you passed by and say,
the mask we wear,
is you and I.
YOU ARE READING
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
