陽燼
陽燼

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Poems│Death

A cool breeze, a cold light—
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The breeze rises, the cold light flies slantingly, the hat is turned, the blade is raised, the flower is shrunk, the waist is in chaos, the bamboo is determined, the red robe between the eyebrows, the black shirt, the wind stops, the lake is quiet, the eyes are lightly flickering, and there is a slight sigh...

The sword qi skyrocketed, the blood devoured the heart, the tears were filled with the white blade, and the brothers were all laughing. It's not your fault, you only blame me.


 The poem came from a scene that flashed through my mind, where I used my imagination to sketch out the full plot before transferring it to paper. I try to create a film-like tension with short words that are deliberately broken up. Although the plot may tend to be broken, it also creates a neat and neat effect!
I hope you will like it!
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