my little poetry (i):
dew
--yeemun oon
snow forms morning dew
traps translucent green
glittering those glorious years
dew forms the nights, in many eyes
quiescence, as streets
washed with heavy fall of snow
lapse away many winters, lapse never a single moment of memory
and when sun shines, I know the reason I look pale
Nanjing, 15 Feb 2011
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