Spring rainwater

Four days of rain,
and the sky above
has shown no feeling.
A knife with jade handle,
cutting into life.
The sun and the moon
are two arrows,
sweeping the sky’s edge –
wilting of this heart.
And then a loving
flash of lightning,
murmuring midnight –
and filled with
banners of hope.
Everything evolves, some say
and bitter tears come sweet.
Let me first
finish my duties,
and then my great
journey begins.

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