#Original Poems#
The first acquaintance with the night incense
Suddenly like the night,
Love its color without distractions,
Quiet stars,
And the crescent moon left by the goddess,
Clear high in the night sky,
Coldly watching the worldly right and wrong,
Gentle light,
Quietly covered with too much shyness of wind and dust,
Although handsome,
But still clinging, clinging.
Suddenly like the night,
Because it clings to loneliness like me,
Poetry brewing,
Waiting for the years of ruthlessness and injustice,
When you wake up from a dream,
Maybe it will solve the most confusing confusion in life,
Like a blooming evening incense,
Calmly waiting for butterflies to fly in the distance,
That's the only one of it,
It is the most beautiful complex in its dreams,
Gently painted pink,
Leave it to your favorite night, night.
