Cigeng Zhang Biography

The flower, scattered
The leaves, old
The riverbed, iced
You not yet appeared
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What is behind the poet?
A lonely heart through a night

What is behind the moon?
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New skylight covers your old rooftops
Your hands shield your wrinkled smile
In faith, how I want to see your face
So, don't be shy - don't be so shy!
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Once to the sky of my childhood
I blew countless soap bubbles, and
Looked up, murmuring some words
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some pieces of fallen leaves of last year
turned very silky like cicada's wings
kept well in a book
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