Life in Death
Icicle arrow
Scratching the daylight
Shooting through the window
And hitting his heart
Flowing the blood
A conscious death
Invisible weapon
Dissolving in the body
Nourish the soul of regeneration
He got up
Clinch the time on the threshold
Struggling to fold himself
Compressing himself
Spreading himself, and
Time brings a halt
Flocks the black crow
Covering the blue sky
Howl the mountain ghosts
Dancing the poplar
The thousand years’ river
Torrent the silent
Reed of thoughts
Swelling the wave sound
Loom to emerge the tenacious stalk
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