March Says
March like a butterfly shines the light of the morning
The language of air, quietly has dialogues with the heavy wing
The station of dream, flows slowly into the distance
The mirror of the time flies across the blue forests
Write poems, cook with clean hands, following mother's smiling face
2 o’clock ,On March 30th , 2017
Copyright © Shmily Wang | Year Posted 2017
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