Cicada's Modern Poetry

1, a letter and a cicada

That afternoon.

I received a letter.

Two white letters.

No address

Pry off the red stamps with a knife.

Fell asleep in a daze, and a gust of wind passed

The stamps flew to the treetops.

every summer

My window

Another cicada screamed in despair.

2. A girl and a cicada

It was many years before I knew.

You are a noisy cicada at the window.

Sing for me every day

Occasionally, my unintentional eyes

You shy away.

When I left,

I sang a sad love song in disappointment.

How long does a cicada live?

Eat the wind and drink the dew and sing to the moon?

Many years later, I returned to the tree.

The beauty of the past still stubbornly stays in the tree.

You die quietly in the form of fallen leaves ......

3. Cicada and Zen

That beautiful woman is a stubborn cicada.

Sharp claws firmly grasped the tree.

The wet kiss went deep into the trunk.

"My love is my life ..."

She sang happily and repeatedly in the sun.

The winds of the four seasons take turns blowing.

She took off one beautiful dress after another.

Every dress is her dream.

"My love is my life ..."

Pieces of fallen leaves walked through her vicissitudes of life and sang repeatedly.

Standing under the thick snow under the tree.

The hickey on her neck is clearly visible, but the pain is still there.

Once, the skirt fluttered on the branch and became a flag.

"My love is my life."

The tree is still there, she has disappeared, and the dream is dissipating.