James Tian: The Silence, Is Another Way of Telling Me
Night is always in cold color,
With your silence,
Showing like the hot cooperation.
There’s a bloodstain in the sky,
The edge is covered,
Like tadpoles falling on it,
Over the tired vision.
Who dares to disturb,
But wanna get close to the speechless fireworks,
In this world, shining a chain.
The silence,
Is another way of telling me,
Equal to create the Humans.
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