Pomegranate Poem by Alisha Cheng

The face finally will be holding to red, those
Warmth that arrange neatly, has never
confided of everything.the intoxicating of bullets，
crystal of tears and stacked of sea
When you holding up the rounded of lonely, water sound of the other world.
You flip it, and knock to question it, but you couldn’t find the entrance
It’s silent, is overweening arrogant
Don’t you trust or not, once you open it
Grassland and horses, mountain peaks and rivers
Bobi and desert, Misty rain and tender lightning
All will drown you in a moment