Net Enveloped with scars The impermeable net of mine When I stare into the distance My fingers comb the winter As waves slip through time For saving a few shining shells I salvage all my life But I lost the rhythm-breath Of the ocean tide Even I bend my devout knee To worship I yet can’t keep the wings From flight Every perfect knot is a cross on the net Followed with another one Extremely tight I give up un-knotting With my tiring hands As the fish have been caught On a foreign land Before the windy season arrives The lighthouse marks My last defense And the surge has walked Out of the sunset Slowly I close My widely opened eyes From the net’s first opening I come into the ocean of your heart And deeply, deeply hide
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