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2 o¡¦clock on a modest afternoon  

                by Fangzhu Meng

 

On this afternoon of modest makeup

Atop the tree hangs a sigh from my heart

Bitter-sweet shutters open and close in melancholy

As time runs extra long and hard

Wordless yonder mountains

Tireless ocean waves

Dreaming fish that flies

Enter my eyes

Thoughtfully amidst tiny dust lit by sunlight.

 

An afternoon so modest

Soundlessly time sweeps by.

On lighting bolts imagination gaily gallops

Beyond the clouds

Last year¡¦s strawberries

The ones I wanted to greet

Morphing smoke of wormwood

The afternoons that come and go

Afternoons as wide as a river

A tree leaf I am

Falling free

 

 

 

 

 

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