Delete yesterday, fight today, and work hard tomorrow.
The sea comes in broad strokes. The islands Like brothers holding hands To those who have difficulty breathing like me
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Poets
The islands in that area As small as a bonsai, the trees in that area Shaped by the typhoon into the shape of a bow
Once winter comes, people around you Migratory birds fly to the south A ticket gives wings to the journey
When I was young, I was also like the waves I came with my bare hands and was defeated with my bones That fearless roar
The sea is very hard Like the great people I respect Whether they are alive or dead All of them have to rise early and stay late
Loved a woman once But was abandoned by her, by poverty and wandering At first, I still had hatred, like a coconut tree by the sea
That's an eagle! On the edge of the cliff Over the temple at the top of the mountain Still, like a black dot, motionless
The lake rises and spring is getting richer day by day. I am amazed at the acacia trees on the shore that day by day tends to cave in.
However, the snow is melting. On the coldest day of the year, we stand on the ice and watching the snow, slowly melting like ice cream.
A single cherry does not feed her. A few flowering plants always consume her in May. At the river, two wings are always not enough.
The bound sheep Head in the pit The blood from the neck gurgled and leaked After a while, the whole head of the sheep was cut off
The story takes place in the Pacific Ocean. I am a tear, don't ask me why I am just a tear. Existence is justified. My former possessor was a whale.
By Ann M Hollins3 years ago in Fiction
