by Yan Li
(translated by D Mair)
A rank smell spreads from the middle of a sheet of paper
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As long as life needs me to take up its pen My pen will carry me onward to prove That the heart's shape is the mold of a poem And every day a layer cake written from this mold Will keep using its overstocked mustiness To mourn the dwindling spiritual appetite of our kind. - - - - - - A poet's heart is a sensitive heart. A common man may fail to see the value of the treasure in his writings.But it will not stop him from taking up his pen and writing poem after poem..
This is absolutely perfect...... thanks a lot....