Xiao Min's Poems in 365 Days

Three hundred and sixty-five days

You are close at hand.

Bright eyes

But in bright light,

blind

Must not

touch

Fragile lips

Mumble something. for oneself

distance

Like the Milky Way.

Weave into a myth

can

It's close.

Stay away again

As Sisyphus said.

again and again

water channel

rise again

Because when my eyebrows drive it away

It torments my heart again.

You're gone

Come back again

again and again

Knock on my door

can

Never crossed it.

This threshold

Track lamp

Full of light; Bright; (of color) bright and dazzling; smart

Extinguish again

distance

It's this iron gate

Guard to the death

My self-esteem

Your hesitation

My flowers

Your piano handle

open

Thanks again

Aftersound winding

oh

distance

Such as temperature

Ambiguous and damp

calmly

come

once again

wait for

too long

Accompany each other

go too far

Cann't go back

love

Like cholera

A firm look

Wait for an opportunity

everlasting

Three hundred and sixty-five days

Heart injury

Form a thick

cocoon

what else

I'm so scared

distance

get along with one another swimmingly (like fish in water)

progress

overflowing with vigour

All nights

Even your wedding bed

● Dropping down

My lost finger

again and again

Through your heart