Poetry for me creates the inner salvation and the growth. They are just like the bones that hold up my flesh powerfully, which gives my heart so much room to breathe and bloom.
In my eyes, poems writing is not a Forbidden City, but words in it can play with each other, Chinese characters can exchange some fantastic fun with English dictions when one pictures an English poem with a cross thinking in mind, thus the boundary of languages blurs and the continuation of passion stirs.
It's a big universe.
If I were a leaf,
I'd like to be blown away into the sky,
Breathe the air that comes from my home.
...
Wearing a glove,
Cause the other of the pair is lost,
So you are naked,
in one hand.
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Autumn falling,
The bones of maple leaves cracking
Into young palms of unquietness,
When wave so gracefully,
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