Withered Poem by East Sea Fairy Xing Yi

Withered



The moment you see through water, you’ll find the beauty out:
Wavy, slack, and silent.
All is ready
Like a bird, with wings folded, waiting for the wind to die away, for the night to fall,
And for a corner in the mirror to move toward its shadow
All bygones are as before,
But with spring hidden in the heart
And they no longer identify yearnings with stubborn attachment.

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By YANG-Lin Tr. East Sea Fairy
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