Here is a secret <br />Before no one knew, <br />Before I was born, <br />Before I was found, <br />Before I was looking around, <br />And found the world was round. <br /> <br />I stretch my limbs <br />W-I-D-E, <br />On the field piled with gaining grass <br />The Green buries me <br />And I chew Red from the wind <br />Where fragrant airs lead. <br />Gorgeous! I find a black alien thing <br />Breathing in the air so near above <br />My eyeballs move fast and are fairly warm. <br />It's like a drama <br />But cannot be clearly seen. <br />Oh, it's dancing, <br />But lack of steps of gayness. <br />Dangled shivers are performing a poem <br />Out of breath. <br />What's the creature, <br />Seems he tries to venture <br />Steals the luck <br />And flees from the wordy needle's structure. <br />The block of savors sewing fast in hustle, <br />And two things are parted in a puzzle. <br />Catches again. Becomes one. <br />Story is more fierce <br />And flinging is a crowd of cares. <br />How is the colour so weak and picture so vague. <br />Some wooly happiness rise <br />But soon fade. <br /> <br />I grow tired, <br />Two lace gloves the shape of original flat, <br />After reaching so high <br />And wringing so tight. <br />A river of tears is breaking over the dike <br />... <br />So we are back to calm <br />Counting time, <br />Tick, tick, tick <br />... <br />Appears you win, <br />You call up beautiful clouds <br />To bring me shabby rain. <br />However no chance coming for you <br />To crown yourself like a clown-like King, <br />Or condence my large unbuttoned pain <br />Into such a little whispering.<br /><br />Wang Qian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispering-6/
