Categories: POETRY

SPRING – Poetry, by Xiao Kaiyu

SPRING

Call me life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down as well. Spring! Wow! I hate the clear and talkative intelligence. Hate the old hypocrite, more insidious hypocritical young, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love! Time slips beyond repair in the honey pot. Its rich contrast, my secret developed within, mourners flights. To go along winding roads between mountains. And here, Iā€™m free. Ah, one false step! I want to go.

(Xiao Kaiyu)

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