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PoeticSea
M Just a person wishing to be critiqued. My works are heavily influenced by Chinese poetry.
The scenery of my hometown is beautiful, During the season of falling flowers.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
My hometown far away
Night wind scales, Frosty Palace, Must I **** For law, For order.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
A crow leaves its willowing flower.
Spirits be drawn, A morning sun rises, Is not the blossoming flowers, A beautiful sight upon the early dew.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
Spring at dawn
Nightless days, Shadowless suns, Specks of dust, Among the sand.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
A shadeless morning
Rivers flow through the capital, Crimson lakes on an ember night.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
An ember capital.
The wilted crane, The crimson flower, Too far to fly, Too beautiful to pick, Destined to never reach.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
A crane's mistake
Blood soaked flowers, Clouded moon, Drifting memories, I will leave before you.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
Drifting memories
Oh Immortal ones, Let blood streak the sea, For my anger has been provoked.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
Roar of a thousand miles
Ten years to master a spear, A hundred to master the sword, But an eternality to master the brush. A spear, I used, to hold a fortress, A sword unsheathed, the heavens fears, But a brush in hand, ten thousand enlightened. Ah, is not the spear a weapon of soldiers, The sword, the hero's friend, At last, the brush is the sage's kin. Why shed blood of a thousand men, Why not teach immortals and men.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
The willowing flower saves the crimson tiger
A sip of wine, I question my fate as do I the heavens, A sip of wine, Must a carp forever stay a carp never to ascend, A sip of wine, Must a tiger's soul be born as a cat, A sip of wine, Must a baby chick never take off into a condor, A sip of wine, Is the cup not but empty.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
A Scholar's Lamentation