Sunday, September 25, 2016

Living on the gospel


On the dropping ice,
Is there no white or black ?
The expanding voices comes
from saying heart
The map of no creator starts with
birth , born , blood

Living flowers can flight the light of
earth , map , mind flash of sex
The garden will see the sea of
deep dark, love , what the fuck
Tearing with smiled wings
Painful sky is colourful jokes
Flying with blinded dreams
Clouds can be seen from
moving hearts to running road
Bay God bit !
When one knows to need the pure
blood, he can find the nautural art
Yeah, love is the blood of universe
And also, the universe is the map
of diverse just diverse.
                          Mg Yay Chan

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