Baiyang Chen Poems

It swoops down and touches without a sign,
talented with elegant delicacy from centuries of experience.
But to those that come across it, will always whine.
Trembling lips, fierce sharp eyes, and full of belligerence.
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There once was a girl,
beautiful and fair;
and wherever she went,
there'd be no despair.
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In my sleep I see faces
Of dead and alike in embraces
Then I find myself all alone
Wondernig around, with no place of my own
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