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ONE DAY LATER

One day later
My body will die
But in the distich of this poem
I wouldn’t acquiesce you alone

One day later
My voice wouldn’t be heard again
Yet among rows of this poem
I will steadfast investigate you

One day later
My vision will be unrecognized again
Yet, in the letter cracks of this poem
I’ll look for you forever




THE RAIN IN SEPTEMBER

Nobody resolute
Rather than the rain in september
Its yearning-drizzle is hidden
To the tree which has bloom

Nobody wise
Rather than the rain in september
His footprints is erased
Which hesitant in the way

Nobody skillful
Rather than the rain in september
The unspoken thing is ignored
Absorbed by the root of the flower tree