wei zhong purepoem Poems

A black mirror stood in the corner
The snow-white walls make it look more swarthy
Its frame is made of black wood
Its mirror surface shows a cyan light
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I can't detect breath in the crowd
The streets were shrouded in mist
The passing cars were exploring and moving forward
People were in a hurry, walking under umbrellas
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Moss spread on the tree in front of the window
Covered all the branches
It's like my yearning for silence
It goes on and on
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Fate kept beating the leaves
Listen, do you hear them panting
Maybe you've heard the original part
The unthinking leaves are still breathing
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