The lake on Easter
Its water seems to have frozen
Making the lake standstill as stone
With translucent and rather peace
While shores undulating the houses
Together, are the carved sculptures
With full of silent and full of tender
For wind shaking the trees to visit
The circumstances mysteriously made
By no man walking on the streets
Should a weekend start on Friday?
No, if it hasn't been named the Easter
Things are supposed to be bona fide
For the case of humanity being reinstall
For public goods, for bringing hopes to all
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2025
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