The other side of the world
I can't really tell how many things Branches and leaves emerge
By MargaretPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
The other side of the world
I can't really tell how many things
Branches and leaves emerge
Flowers open
Fruits hanging down
In this crowded country summer
Let me see the other side of the world -
To reveal
To flaunt
To be realized
Hibernation
A thunder falls
Steep and swift A great boom
The earth trembles with fear
Even the smallest worm hears it
Even the smallest grass hears it
They stirred and stirred
The ancestors in cloth and straw heard it clearly
They called this day the Sting
We don't hear it
Too much chanting in our ears
Too much bickering
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