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Wilderness Anthology

Thorns and Lily

The First Part
The breeze
blows gently
over the top of mountain

till touches a lily
in a valley.
Oh，
the particular one!

The frail one unbearable to be touched
stands in mud.
Tender green
enfolds the snowy secret tightly.

Timid shape
is still hidden in charming lightness.
Who
loses such a fairy,

and plants the spotlessness in gloomy forest?
Lark ——
resting on here for a while,
please do not only chirp

in your own comfort and ease.
Sun,
please keep an eye on
the pure delicacy more.

When the dusk approaches,
who can protect you

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