6 października 2020
Sonorous Tones
To skim the sky
like swifts,
when you move away
from yourself.
Holding a four-leaf clover,
night drapes the moon,
taking a lion's share of light
on its wings.
Your full lips defeat
the kisses of incense. I
will come again to
learn Ars poetica.
The fake blooms. I will
never see the death
of a rose petal, skipping
the barbs.
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