cheung shun sang
A Beauty Flied In Randoms - Poem by cheung shun sang
What good beauty are flying silks.
Or defeated long winds are cottons.
Violent wadding is with flowers picking.
Fluff covered seeds are horrors.
Glories are spent by splendors on talks.
To route by taking you as Gods!
But you are defeated long winds in gallows.
What are political powers on weak forces?
Bow tie bows to powers.
New worlds are in good pockets.
Pay rolls are table rolls.
Black coffin are not casual boxes.
The flowers’ flied to conquer demons.
Frustrated and confusing are the wadding of morals.
Ethical warriors are with true modes.
Live of long winds are wadding cottons.
Jobs are heaven but jokes are hells.
What fiddle-faddle would we earn?
Absolute values have one zeroes.
Complete powers are reviews to absorb.
--Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3--
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