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**Holocaust
The lotus grows like it’s going to die tomorrow.
Standing by the lake, embarrassed. The barrels are empty.
My clenched fists can only smash the blossoms and then open up.
The impression of a flower you don’t recognize will open up even more
Thanks to the morning, give us shoulder
“with bright shells and scent.
I imagine you, waving in the water.
Your gloomy branches are dry and brittle as an organ
The dewdrops that make the first ripples slip off the leaves.
Green, always occupying the sight and the pavilion
The lotus is a castle of freshness on a lake
The raspy birdsong at the water’s edge immediately turns into a bright simile
Every time you open it, there’s this one inside
Its two:
Watercress*
There’s a man’s mind entwined with watercress
His hand, a handful of sand
He suffers from the blue delusion.
Concerned with the daily grind and the flow of the unconscious.
The sea environment is disturbed. His eyes follow the moon’s gravity.
Different depths day and night Seasonal turbulence
Portrait of a lime green flowering branch Blue out of shape
The branches always remind him of new strawberry blossoms in early spring.
The coriander on the ridge, the iris, the pear near the wheat.
Thanks to vegetable gardens and cat hair, the bald head grows spring willows.
Watercress and heartbeats tangled together look like balls of steel wire.