It rained in Xinxiang today

The darkness came.
The wind came.
A shadow cast down
around the streets.

A wave of bodies
cast into a block.
Open eye looking up.
A new day bursting out.

Man and woman is Buddha.
And the road is bright.
Spring is on the way.
So I walk faster.

A vague sound frightens me.
Only the clouds know to speak.
Keep walking, walking.
Where are you now?

Across the canvas,
a path lay ahead.
With sweet meditation
and tender passion.
Only bones like darkness.

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