Left her creeping in an empty, eyes in roars like beasts,
Swallow the air because I have to eat,
or die in sharp, drab
buried peace.
Dear you, carrying fire but sit on ice,
waterfall shouts into drizzles.
Unlike me, merged hands to a pair of swords,
yet can not tame my hovering to the end.
Speak! the crazy ascension, her mountains may depart,
gloomy Ares, a rational war, a raging sore,
to the love
in forest, beside the river,
a weak, romantic muse.
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Tigress from the east
PuisiA 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
