[Poetry] Pack
away in a step
dead already stringing shapes
wailing responsibly
fever on a flavor
suffering
means longing pending
the time is over
pack it up
if the sword is already stuck
then he drew a shouting breath
honey is indeed difficult to wait
that is the thread that is always knitted
bloom does take patience
beautifully landscaped garden
your lantern
enter the unseen world
praise and glorify
testify and contemplate
practice and share
Which one do you know?
nonetheless
fire
wind
water
then land
angry
fantasize
modest
and sturdy
hopefully your mum hustled