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Five Poems | An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity

(By Yuan Hongri - Translated by Yuanbing Zhang) An Illusion in The Bright Mirror of Eternity Every day is an illusion in the bright…

Inspired by autumn

The sun does not warm.The cloud drinks everything.Someone is running awkwardly.The umbrella is thrown open.It's raining.Autumn is turning…

Disgraced by the Sleep of Time

We are burning in this chaos,burning, burning, burning.Through the fall and the winter,in our thoughts, we burn. A memory that never was…

Becoming

The buns are not so much now,having sprouted green-blue stubble.The man is just as much now,having to wear white-grey stubble. I ate hot…

My summer flew by

My summer flew by –The wind did not catch.There were many thoughts and tasks.Like one moment of light, like a cloud at dawn,Looking at…

A useless absence

A useless absence When my father diedI didn’t want to suffer so I buried my emotions in my dad’s graveand walked away naked.I was…

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