Armed with moonlight shadows, leaf-carved angles occpuied
sapphire sky, beloved and well-preserved nightingle's sing
penetrated the tranquil mind. Crossfires, frustration——
Seduced me, Lord's eyes, away from the over-farmed blind soil,
absent-spirited but far-reaching territory of endless fights!
Dripped into the sore-footed and sombre-feathered ripple
of dancing ring; cynical swamps, rose-alike tenderness
touched me when dusts of memories lost in a rolling wheel.
Brittle garments, half-shaped thoughts, inseparable bouquets of
glowing solace were growing, fascinating, still unseen.
What if laid yourself down, my ever-altering iron-hearted
sublime of white percussion? Summoned it, unresistently;
unfolded it, devoured the darkness of the sufferable night.
Beyond this unflowering gloomy sky searched for the features
among the flicker stars, from the frosty heart-shaped eyes.
2017.3.7 night
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