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| Oak tree - Photo: BXK |
STILL THERE
A misty morning
The tree asks the
rocks: are you freezing?
Our breaths suddenly
become holy smoke
A quiet realm,
lonely--immensity...
In the early morning,
the East embraces freezing cold and the West combats the wildfire
While others recycling
the wastes to make a living
The body is thin,
quietly doing their tasks in the dusty and windy environments
Listen to our own
hearts, wake up--feeling as stranger in the foreign land.
The loneliness seeps
the quietness alone
Waiting for the old
calendar fade away
A personal dream or
common realm that we all endure
Our hands are shaking—fatigue while our shoulders are skinny and weak!
Our hands are shaking—fatigue while our shoulders are skinny and weak!
Phe Bach
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