The Land and Grass Seed
the sixth poem for a grass
Should believe that
completeness was once a part of happiness of this land
silence is also part of its inertia
It shrinks, becoming the left and right parts
The emptied part, occupied by cold air
A grass seed was accidentally transferred here
It still hasn’t given up its love to the land
Even in this strange environment
Its small face, reduces the black and dull color
This crack has become a channel to circulate languages
No one of its friends in sight at present
So much space left around it
The active atmosphere is easily felt
