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My Pictures: Wall Posters , Xinxiang City, China.

In these years,
what I like is still
the shell I take.
Swollen shut
and looking for something
from the inside.

I love the lonely grasses
that thrive by the roadside.
Waiting for the rain to give witness,
and the sun to send forth its faint rays.

In silence to and daffodil mornings,
I listen to shell sounds
and bursts of wet clay.
While the moon wanders the sky,
sober and unrequited.