Good poems of the day
The end of the earth
Text/Bilateral Dispersal
The last day of the earth
It must have been after a fire
Everything is destroyed, and the grass and trees are withered and ashed
There is only a monotonous scorched earth color
Cover the wilderness
The corpses smelled musty in the air
Mix with fruit wood caramel
The taste is enough to suffocate all life
Luckily for me
Holding a deflated balloon
Shake in the air
No blood-colored face with clouds
Cover each other
To hide and pursue the Pure Land
People, in many cases, are repelled
Less time to attract
Loneliness drew a shackle in my mind
Hands and feet feel bound and numb
Sluggish eyes go looking for red
As soon as the cracks in the ground opened, the flames soared into the sky
Jizo Bodhisattva beckoned to me
Make sure I'm warm as spring
In times of crisis, there is no discernment
I let go
Head towards the warm flames
Fire in my face
Similar to Satan
The Fall is such a slippery slope
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