Poems from WEWEWE4
Who shall fly towards the mineral soil?
Who ought to fade when the flakes lighten the grass?
Who must revisit the ocean sky to accompany...
Gliding she came,
Her fingers fragile like rose,
Her arms fleshed in silk,
With all love she waned,
The widowed monsoon cradled her forth...
At first sight,
Her white skin melted the eyes of a bystander
Her rosy lips curved that of a muse
Her silky hair swayed loosely
She made...