Poems of Chengru He

Gift The gift of today is eyes of the tree who dedicates to me a world slow and deep. Persimmons fall, autumn ends, the soil narrates a tale of time. Birds take off from the water, too hurried to bid farewells to a damp dream. A man walks out of the tent. His pipe was left at yesterday. Feet are invited into the soil. Wind baptizes memories.   Banquet The banquet is held at the tunnel underneath the bottom. The artisan sewed up a flute with moonlight fine and soft.…

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