"New Poetry Picking" Zhang Jinhu | Wind in the wild (Four Micro Poems)

Tank

Be separated by time

Blipped by the latecomers

Repair

And love

Under the eaves

A bird whisper

Eternal, distant

The totem of the star laminated

Originally bitter, not just

A pottery can be residual rainwater

Suddenly

The sound of burst due to hot

Wild Wind

Scarf

Tight again

The wind in the wild is still 的

Surprising sound

There is no reason to disappear

Don't look back, remember who ever died

You have merged into it

The black of the night, the star on the sky

The wind in the wild is still 的

Listen, and the claw marks on the beast

More tender than quiet, depending on a tree

The wind in the wild is still 的

Hawker

Naked exposure

Together with the peach

Dull eyes

Overflow

Tightly screaming

Scattered helplessness

Sweet Peach, Sweet Peach

Sweet peach is here

conch

The sound of the waves of the sea is crazy

The sound of sea breeze is salty astringent

Only when the night is quiet

The sound of that little conch

It's the echo of Dahai Xin

About the Author

Zhang Jinhu, a native of Fuping County, Shaanxi Province. It is scattered in more than five pilots/puppets in newspapers and online platforms.

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