Abduweli Eisa Comments

mother Mother Mother is a poem I read in fire Never will be end in reading Mother is a poem I saw in water Never will be ending in flow Mother is a poem Can put me in fire and in water Burn me and flows me for love From every midnight to every morning There is nothing, but Mother burns in water and flows in fire 2015-10-16 Lanzhou Yuzhong Aduweli Eysa Wapayi

The season will be dried Starts at your back From the busy steps make by people I do find singleness。 Half of the summer fled in water I am singing sitting by seaside In fact，i have no idea how to sing。 The walls going higher day by day Are the last gift handed us by drying The last time i put my bones in my breakfast Then fed the sunshine by them。 From the devilfull melodies of the music I heard the roads crying to me Just for the drying I think i have to steal the nights from your dew in your forest。 2015’ 9’ 18 Lanzhou - - By Wapayi