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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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