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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

A Boy and A Girl Climbing a High Gate on Fanyu Lu

The two of you gripped tightly

Vowing for the top

Unimpeded by the strange nature of your footholds

Brass, twisting like flowers and dragons, flowing in on themselves.

The years will go by and this gate will grow

So high you might think that you can’t reach the top;

You’ll say you can’t find a foothold in the tangled mess,

But even then you still can.

posted by ferret at 9:47 pm  

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