Don't you know that the sunlight is like a galloping horse
The sun and the moon flow like fallen flowers
The pear blossoms on the cold lamp paper are chilly in the rain
I want to buy osmanthus wine
It's not a youthful pastime after all
Alas, the spring breeze seems to have a kind heart for the flowers
Could you allow me to be young again
We are no longer teenagers.
Flowers bloom again
Youth never returns
The bright moon is still the same as it was back then
The young man is no longer the young man he once was
Looking up at the pine flower brewing wine
The green mountains remain intoxicated, the heart trembles, and the river flows away
Just like the love we missed
No one sees me behind in the east wind
Nothing else
It was the spring breeze who refused to marry back then
For no reason, I was once again misled by the autumn wind
About the Creator
Luna
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A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley4 days ago in Poets
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly4 days ago in Fiction
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Amazing and well written.