Smoke of willows is pervading
there should be soft silk to catch the moon
The forest sea is vast
how can there be no big tree through the sky?
Sonorous in my life
I willing to support the proud bones to the red plums
I smiling to pay my tenderness to ink and paper
bright and clear in my half life
Metric New Poetry ● Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 11,322th Two Pairs of Couplets, 1/28/2021