Wang Tao of Poetry

Meet once a year

Those five-color seeds from four seasons

After a warm hug

Holding hands in the metal pot again.

Grow up quickly together.

Release the affectionate temperature.

Until you put yourself

Brew it into a taste called home.

And then deeply implanted into human taste buds.

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