Good poems of the day
Towards the city
Text/Blue Ice
The nest of the forest's sad branches is the intertwined fingers of the night
The feathered wounded corpse hung with drops of blood from a broken arrow
The wind sweeps the moon from the wilderness to sow the heart frost of the earth
The depths have been lurking under the wound and holding their breath
Collect bone grafts of The Golden Mountain at night when the wound is pierced
If the moonlight is sleepless tonight, which flower will be sniffed
The holy armor is draped and the clouds are colorful
A natural flower bed where beautiful flesh sleeps
If there is poetry and wine tonight, it is time to kiss the body of the wind-swept garment
The tree pointing to the night sky awaits the glorious death of the kingdom of heaven
The little lights of the sheep are lost, and the fingers are lost
Like an arrowless bow pulling away and flying, waiting
A feather floated down and floated down to a city
Tears piled high in chiseled eyes, remnants of swords splashed with salt crystals
Break through the last line of defense in the night
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