July days in Luoyang

I am for the open streets.
The peoples face
caressed by the breeze.
And the butterflies,
with halcyon wing –
who tune the rivers flow.
Such are the spells,
that end those mournful days.
And claim a kinship,
with the sky, the people
and the butterflies.

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