BY NALAN Rongruo Tr. By East Sea Fairy
I receive baptism and foster the holy spirit
that's like a symbolist pigeon,
I let it grow day by day
grow feather, and wings.
I start to enjoy
privileges lesser than that
of angels
What I say
sometimes is a piece of silver heavy
sometimes a feather wet.
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