The branches are full of flowers.
Please don't stop me from correcting my longing soul.
White is the simplest.
Still the most superficial.
Black is the deepest.
Or the most vicious.
But I yearn for the gray background of the sky.
Praise the birds in the air
On the Changes of Life
Bright blue sky
And the deep blue sea.
Please don't use sunny hands.
To test the depth between Tao Yin and me.
I don't like the gold you put on high branches and prosperity.
I don't appreciate your noisy pleasure of knocking on the rocks to make my heart beat.
I don't want you to imprison my sight.
Install fuzzy tracery on my window.
Ravage the color of the day into sin
Mountain shadows in the distance
Nearby courtyard
No wind.
And that long, winding, singing stream.
Swaying each other's slender waists with green branches.
You guys.
Please don't incite me.
Sweep away the desire from my soul
Don't use the veil of sunset and shallow moon
Hide my way to the stars
You should know better.
How can I leave the gray I long for?
Gray Modern Poetry 2 A Night Without Stars and Moon
I'm so confused.
Sour and bitter
This smell spreads in ocean centre.
range
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Seems to be walking in countless darkness
Hazy eyes
Can't see the light ahead
An unspeakable inner feeling.
An indescribable mood
On the edge of gray
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A night without stars and the moon
Put pen to paper, get hurt
Enjoy the breeze
The wind marks in the dark.
A sad voice
Wandering and floating