【专栏】| Conlumists>陈娅杂谈

By Chen Ya, Jointing.Media, in Wuhan, 22025-04-20

Ever brings me seeds, the wind
Like a lucky dip
Only sprouting to be seen, growing leaves to know what they’ll be
Whispers no word, but swift to bring

Ever brings seeds, the wind
Leaving not a word
On the balcony, young sprouts sway in the breeze
As if to say, “I thirst, I hunger”

Brings seeds, the wind
For soil awaits, roots to take hold
For this south-facing wall, sunlit and bold
And just so, someone cares for them all

中文原文

Translated by DeepSeek

Edited by Jas

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