king
It starts with the dancers
On your own stage
Dancing
Dance out of the lonely soul
And you
and the King
It's not the stage that's bad
Just a world of flowers and flowers
It can also trap the soul of the lonely
——— written to Habuyuki
You me
You can't read me
It's you who don't read me at all
As
I read you
But it also read you through
Moon run
Under the moon
A horse
Two people
Three figures
Shaking
Rising dust
Such as barriers
Pull out a few inches long
The wind is shouting
The sound of hooves is singing
Two people running
There is no need to just say a few words
Just one look
Squeeze on the moonlight again
Step on the machete
and spirits
Follow the moon to the end of the world
About the Author:
Fu Rong Female Post-80s Master of Education Favorite Poetry Painting Travel Willing to meet friends with poetry. He has published more than ten poems on public network platforms such as Qinzhou Micro-Journal and Straits Literature.