A boat of leaf on sea,
flows under bleak eyes of me.
O woman, remember there emanates a steam,
o woman, remember now is a bursting stream
———tangling out of my tears,
a shadow of giant over brimmed my ears,
sail into the past floats on river,
I snake his hands when shouts haunt my hair.
Yet the closing room is the end,
wiped out his fingers and ribs,
and my heart wishes a beating fire——thousands sin in bend,
tell a story which his ice rips.
So would you hear my whisper,
in a rimed silence when there is no wanderer?
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Tigress from the east
PoesíaA 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
