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Shu Ting
“The wind tonight
Seems full of echoes
Wind in the pine,
fireflies,
lamplight from a hydro-electric station
All reminding me of a distant dream.
My memory is like a small overloaded wooden bridge
Spanning the banks of time”
―
Seems full of echoes
Wind in the pine,
fireflies,
lamplight from a hydro-electric station
All reminding me of a distant dream.
My memory is like a small overloaded wooden bridge
Spanning the banks of time”
―
“An overturned cup of wine.
A stone path sailing in moonlight.
Where the blue grass is flattened,
an azalea flower abandoned.
The eucalyptus wood swirls.
Stars above teem into a kaleidoscope.
On a rusty anchor,
eyes mirror the dizzy sky.
Holding up a book to shade the candle
and with a finger in between the lips,
I sit in an eggshell quiet,
having a semi-transparent dream.”
―
A stone path sailing in moonlight.
Where the blue grass is flattened,
an azalea flower abandoned.
The eucalyptus wood swirls.
Stars above teem into a kaleidoscope.
On a rusty anchor,
eyes mirror the dizzy sky.
Holding up a book to shade the candle
and with a finger in between the lips,
I sit in an eggshell quiet,
having a semi-transparent dream.”
―
“Innocent eyes rise again like the stars
Shining on me, just as ten years ago.
Maybe if I hold out my hands
a golden apple will fall.
A waterfall of blood
brightens my soul as though it's in flames.”
―
Shining on me, just as ten years ago.
Maybe if I hold out my hands
a golden apple will fall.
A waterfall of blood
brightens my soul as though it's in flames.”
―
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