Her eyes
were pure and deep
as Lake Baikal
long had ceased.
Her hair
floated in the air
cascading black pearls
down by shoulders.
Lips were fresh crimson,
slightly parted
to feel the dampness
of the autumn air.
Petals landed softly
and deftly on her head,
which fossilized me
and a pond of fish.
Excellent poem, Henry. Your words are dancing in quatrain! Would you introduce your Ge-xing style to us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem! My favorite lines: Her hair floated in the air cascading black pearls down by shoulders....Loved reading it....10