It turns out that poems are radiant bodies
Which only need to be kindled.
You come
With a smile
And roses
Your smile kindles the light
And your roses its poetic splendor
A poem comes to life in light
And both you and me
Revive in it.
I compose rimes in rhymes
What I write is drawing from you
My rhymes are refracting lights
That refract you
You're light, the brightest light
And I'm a poem, the finest one
Then in the empire of poetry
You and I bathe together
In the light of poems
By Bing hua Tr. East Sea Fairy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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