Writing for the cicadas

Please do not step on the skinny phoenix flowers
Maybe the cicada is still breathing
once loved and longed to go to class
each pouring play deep human fate.

The slope of life is always slippery at twenty
the words on my back just kept falling and rolling
another difficult love
I wandered away with bitter wine and floating.

Now back to the old school listening to the lullaby
The old cicada sound is no longer for me
a moment of contemplation looking through the door
saw a cicada corpse hanging on the wall...

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