About Time and Distance
Over this green place butterflies play like small bits of queer sensations
Colourful and young
It's a distant song to remember so close
It's a name of a warrior with zither.
At best I might never find you again
At worst you'll cross every road that I crossed,
Touch every world I built,
Only to have the traces of a decayed shadow left in your fist
And when you open it there's only air that you pressed so tight on
That your hands are purple, knuckles white
Forget what I promised,
In the end when the prince dies he never comes back
Stories who sell lies, advertise colours
And then the little boy awaits his prince
And lives his life till the end,
Life ends.
They never meet.
Only dreamers still dream at night when the stars sing song of yesteryear, another birth
The boy and the prince fly in the air between the earth and the sky
Like butterflies in the dreamer's eyes.
*[This one is kinda an exception]
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Untamed
PoetryIt's about Right and Wrong, Fair and Foul, Black and White but in the end it's about you and me Lan Zhan [These poems either convey the story of WWX and LWJ or are inspired by them(but not necessarily follow the course of their story)]
