What beauty there is

Shanghai quarantine poem #12

Awake at night,
the winter moon
on horse back.
A world in one colour,
and taste of distant love.

Left adrift on the livid sea,
I call your name.
A solemn promise,
and flashing brightly.
My hand is holding yours.

Heart of the earth,
and flawless morning sky.
The whole world shines,
with dazzling pureness.
And endless ages

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