When a poem speaks
A dictionary is not a must
The only ruler is your heart
To measure definitions and doubts
Pain and gain, right or wrong
Past and present, black or white
When a poem speaks
A question is an answer
One word on screen
Two behind, maybe three, or four
Even ten, a hundred, a million
On the way, invisible
When a poem speaks
Still life becomes animated
Animated thoughts frozen
In a line, or in a word
Unbreakable beauty
Sits between lines
Your heart is the solution
To decode the empty space
If a poem can talk
Let it talk his own dialect
If a poem can sing
Let it sing her own notes
If a poem willing to answer
It already has its own marker
A cross, a check or a blank
When you dig too deep
You’ll miss trees, grass and flowers,
Houses, people, and dogs around
When you focus the underneath
You won’t feel the breeze, the sun
The mist, the color surround
Be simple
The hardest language to learn
To tell the truth
Stay on the surface is the best way
To see more, and Feel more
（原创，勿转）
