I have a vegetable garden.
I'm too lazy to name.
I walked in with my ideas.
I can't step on my own shadow.
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Fruits, vegetables and birds
Clean or unclean insects
Blow anger into my ears
I work in the soil.
receive in entire good part
This infinite gospel of nature
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There are no poets here, only gardeners.
And I am the most irresponsible one.
Accustomed to running and wandering
Don't have any illusions about stability.
Fate is a broom to me.
I use it to sweep away the impermanence of things.
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When distance finally becomes a symbol.
I'm naked like a baby.
Find peace in her arms.
Shadow of partition wall
This is just a gorgeous illusion.
Author: Liu Weifeng
WeChat official account: Modern Poetry (WeChat official account ID: ID:dghwgi 1968)
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