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I hear your crisp tears
Clambering up the throat cliff
While you are eating.
Why you are so queer,
Why you like to disappear,
Why you always fling yourself to
Be gone with the warm empty air?
I think you could pick up
All your dewy eyes
Then tell me some words,
Really who you are
It fairly puzzles.
A throbbing weeping night,
An umbrella you hold in hand tight,
Where you want to flee?
Or where you hunt to hide?
Catching the swimming tangle of steps,
I find you quivering abstract
In a mossy dripping corner.
Worried stuffs me with a numb anger.
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Autumn falling,
The bones of maple leaves cracking
Into young palms of unquietness,
When wave so gracefully,
Messaged by sheaves of air
So tender,
Breathe the cold womb warming
In wonder,
I skin the mooncake's secret
A peeper.
Forgive me,
For that plucking of your rose red buds.
They red like many crystal hearts
Dare dive
Out damp
With stinging love.
Dost thou still breathst well?
I into you to steal a while.
Vigorous-grown face,
With vermilion lips to kiss,
Hairs stubborn in summer unbending greens,
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If I were a leaf,
I want to be blown away into the sky,
Breath the air that comes from my home.
If I were a leaf,
I want to be attached on the cover of the envelope
sending to my mum,
Then she will see my name at the first sight of the letter.
If I were a leaf,
I want to be put on the nose of a pure girl.
Cause it is just like the oil painting hanging on my wall.
If I were a leaf,
I want to be picked up by an old man,
As his bending over reminds me of my grandpa.
If I were a leaf,
I want to hide in the pumpkin field,
My grandma liked to plant them and give the huge pumpkins away to her old friends.
If I were a leaf,
I want to be collected in my favourite book,
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