Poetry#3 beautiful its morning dew

in #poetry7 years ago

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Only I find the morning dew
When I open this window
That sticks to itself
Hang on a leaf
I do not know how long
This hand holds the tip of this leaf
I do not know how many more times
Blowing bayu let go of his grip
Then the earth fell dry barren
Vacuum exhausted land

Or how long he lasted
Inhaling the heat of the sun
Evaporate it vanishes no trace.

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