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Poetry

Point

sophulate 07/07/22 12:52815

A question mark

Will surround all attention.

A yellowed leaf

That concludes a marriage

Will spin and remind

The withering of Earth.


The word will be rewritten

Several times.

The snow of graphite skies

Can hardly be heard.

The dead hum

Of the foreign sun order,


Will begin to resonate

With a foreign bird.

The warmth of rays and

Ideas by roll call

Will emphasize the sentence

Before chanting


This early response.

Contented does not want to fall asleep,

Grateful for that white night.

After all, now he is undressed.

One won’t leave the chest open

For a long time.

20 November 2021


The poem was used in a single — Point. Here is the link to stream this track.

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