Poetry ｜ Mai Field: Entry

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A person who walks into corn, dew on his body

Give glowing.Like to bend the river

Cross his shadow

When he completes the dialogue with the day every time

The moon, in the silence, satisfied

In such summer, a rain and

Between another rain, the wind is doing the wind

He led a drop of rain into his body and walked in

Once called seeds of seeds

In the form of weeds, practice

I am in the depths of his root system, listening to the seeds every time

The sound of bud, like river water

Flowing the old time, and then flowing through the new time

On the banks of the river, a road sounded.Approach me

The footsteps slow down and tilled the waist

Let me catch it, wow water flowing water

At this time, my heart

Flowing water, took away the flowing water.Under his gaze

I hear, a kind of flame in my body

Slight singing

Wickers, the theme of deduction into life

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