Poems from lin_2018

Desire rage within its thin shell, Pain pours out from its beaten crevice, A content sigh, an angry remark, A dainty tear flowing out from...
I flow river, the river flow me. Yet where the river meets the ocean, My depths never flow free. Salt-coated sweetness is what I may find...
When the oasis dries And desert sands thrive, Will the lost sheep receive its drink of water?   And when bandages kill Whereas metal heals...

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