Wind Power
The flame stands straight
On a candle burning itself
In stillness of the night
An old-authored book at the right
Side imitates the fate
Of a beggar’s palms
Waiting for alms
The candle and the book
Lie on the same table
In the same room
Under the same roof
The bitter air outside
Evolves into wind
It permeates the bamboo
Walls that veil no taboo
(For there’s nothing to hide)
Unable to read, it turns the pages
Without a wish, it blows
the flame out to darkness
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