Modern Poetry
salt
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Ya Xian
Mother simply did two have not seen Santos also Minkowski properly. Spring, she only cried a word: Yes salt, salt Yeah, give me a handful of salt it! Angels singing in the elm. That year is almost no flowering pea.
Salt caravans in the seven ministers in the sea Mae walked away. Second Mother's blind pupil in the grass has not had a bunch of algae. She only cried a word: Yes salt, salt Yeah, give me a handful of salt it! Angels shake the snow laughing with her.
1911 party to Wuchang people. The two never hanging elm Mother's bound feet to bring, into the wild dogs of breath, vulture's wings; and Sorrow many voices in the wind, salt ah, salt Yeah, give me a handful of salt it! That year almost fully opened white peas. Lakatos also Ostrovsky bluntly properly have not seen the second mother.
January 14, 1958
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