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On the lightly scarlet skies of April
All bright pink petals scattered as they seem
Under the Peach tree I opened the seal
Drawing different bridges to a dream
Across are various majestic temple,
Behind are the footprints of the past,
Inside are those long beloved people ,
Around are pink petals that fall so fast

As I take foot, the wind blows massively
The chimes clamor and the river rages
But still look as it shines the scenery
Beyond complexity of the ages

Whatever bridge my comrade cross I look back still
To see the beauty of the Autumn in April
This poem is dedicated most especially to this month of April that tomorrow will soon to last. And also for all my friends and classmates that as we step another  path of our journey leaving is just one  chapter just like the Autumn in April. Though only few read this on facebook may you appreciate it
wrapped around each other closer than sheets to a bed
fuzz. eyelashes. teeth. soft skin.
you completely disarm me.
i will give you all my guns
just grab my limbs.
envelop me.
the way your legs get tangled in my anatomy like a sapling
that's eager to grow larger.
pelvic bones crashing together so perfectly clumsy.
you are my ocean. my beach. my sun, sky, and stars.
If I gave you earth, you'd pollute it.
If I gave you the ocean you'd freeze it
If I gave you land you'd plow through it.
Just how I give you love and you neglect it.
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