Good poems of the day
The Lonely Queen (Outer One)
Text/Blue Ice
Wildflowers are the heads of wildflowers
Wheat has the heart of wheat
The sea is still so important
But people have forgotten
The Garden of Solitude sits on the water
The lips of language are wildflowers in full bloom
Food of poetry
It is wheat that gives to the loneliness of hunger
The newlywed king died in the ocean
Green spread across the land and the knees of the motherland
You can't see the sea
It wasn't spring
Waiting is the coming of the divine
Loneliness is the undead of poetry
Where are you
What you say at this moment is meaningless
Time before being shot through the body by a bullet
The ship of decaying language has run aground
Huge floods were still on the way when they came
A delayed mismassion of dizziness
The "no" sentence made me sick for a long time
Not being sure of your location is legacy
The right to write in solitude, Let
The soul becomes another person who walks the night sky
Achievements are bound to fail in greatness
It is the tragedy of fateful entrusting language
Depression is like a bug that eats the bone marrow of the night
But I never gave up on myself
Like those weeping clouds
Died from heaven
Strong to live in hell
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