Mercury
Starting writing, today
I know I need not to waste time
in cold blood
My mental state tell me:
Where the space a man couldn't catch
NOTHING belong to
but leave the trails
Were Those trails
belong to me?
which wasted by me in cold blood
They still provoked you endlessly
put you came back to them
o, you lose all
and ridiculed
As the mercury column dropping
I take the armaments in my arm
walk from west to east
In the sunshine street
Now, I've differentiated
the writing state and the survival's
It goes deep in my heart, but I
completely misunderstand the Mercury
just misunderstand merely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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